Something like a fire is raging // in my heart. I am buoyed that there is beauty / to be found at the center of my suffering.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
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Something like a fire is raging // in my heart. I am buoyed that there is beauty / to be found at the center of my suffering.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
I love you as I sympathize with you, with your dark pain, with your unsatisfied thirst and the urns of love that fill your great hearts!
RENZO NOVATORE — The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore, transl. by Wolfi Landstreicher, (2012)
June 3, 1962 Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems
3 June 1907, Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems
“To live alone one must be an animal or a god, says Aristotle. There is yet a third case: one must be both — a philosopher.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
L'arbre (1899) - Valère Bernard
Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we believe we have time.
— Kafka
“Knowledge of the heart must come from the heart — from and in its pains and longings, its emotional responses.”
— Martha Nussbaum, Love’s Knowledge
Imperceptibly it all melts away, it releases the tight little hold it has had. Everything is taken care of, all the grips and holds and hindrances loosen.
—Tarjei Vesaas, The Hills Reply
“It is clear that there is no classification of the Universe that is not arbitrary and full of conjectures. The reason for this is very simple: we do not know what kind of thing the universe is.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals