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“Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.”
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via cestlavie51)
“The sea, the sea’s swell, silent and breathless.”
— Clarice Lispector, from Near to the Wild Heart, transl. by Giovanni Pontiero (New Directions, 2012)
“You must bear it. The bad days mustn’t succumb you to the pain. Endure it. Let it give your future self a reason to look back and say, “How impossible it seemed to survive such misery, and yet, I did.””
— Megan Grant, from Solitude & the Sea
“I love you. I am going to wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”
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Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
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Vicente Huidobro, tr. by Ian Barnett, from The Arctic Poems; “Horizon,”
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“Somehow I have a special place in my heart for the ocean. I like the way the water changes from one mood to another – from high waves on dark, stormy days, to tranquil ripples on sunny days.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Hans-Joachim Neupert c. September 1947- (via loveage-moondream)
“So I entered. So I lost. I lost it all with my eyes wide open.”
— Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via luthienne)
“(…) bits of me flying out in all directions screams memories old pieces of pain,”
‘Bloodbirth,’ a poem by Audre Lorde
[ID: an excerpt from ‘My ear attends to you,’ a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
“At the skin, my blood calls out to your heart, my whole sky craves an island of tenderness.”]