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“Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.”
— Erich Fromm (b. 23 March 1900)
“Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.”
— Erich Fromm (b. 23 March 1900)
Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956
"How can I ...?", Eghishe Charents (translated by metamorphesque)
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The biggest compliment ever is when someone sees your creative work and says that they’re now inspired to go out and create something, too
In English we say, "'Till death do us part."
But in Islam, we say, "We found love on this earth, and we will again meet each other in heaven, where our love will become eternal."
Euripides, transl. by Anne Carson, from "Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides," published in 2006
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
They kissed me a little too hard and my lips started bleeding. And I pretended as if blood doesn't actually test that bad.
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” published in 1992
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
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