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fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)
tired of feeling everything i am going to take out my brain and rinse it in cold creek water
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— Nizar Qabbani, from “I am accused”; Arabian Love Poems (tr. by Bassam Frangieh & Clementina Brown)
Forgive me if I loved you so violently and so madly, for violence is my weapon to write and my weapon when I love. And madness is the last gold ring I place on your fingers.
Nizar Qabbani, tr. by Nayef al-Kalali, from Republic of Love: Selected Poems; “Love of 1994”
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“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.”
William Shakespeare
"- ....For which of my good parts did thou first suffer love for me? - "Suffer" love, a good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will." - Much Ado About Nothing
“I am not what I am.”
— Iago (Othello, Act I scene i)
“Chérie, j’ai toujours du vent dans le cœur. C’est doux de t’écrire.”
[Darling, I always have wind in my heart. It’s sweet to write to you.]
“J’ai besoin de vos lettres comme de pain. Ne me laissez pas dans le silence. Écrivez, écrivez… de temps en temps ça arrive et ça fait le printemps dans mon cœur.”
[I need your letters like I do bread. Don’t leave me in silence. Write, write… once in a while it comes and it makes spring in my heart.]
“Et mon dos me fait mal quand je marche. Et le froid me fait mal quand je sors. Et le cœur me fait mal lorsque je pense à vous… J’ai si froid, tu vois… J’ai besoin de toi comme de l’été.”
[And my back hurts when I walk. And the cold hurts when I go outside. And my heart hurts when I think of you… I’m so cold, you see… I need you like summer.]
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, dans des lettres à Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry
“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”
― charles baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
“Mami, te quiero”/“Mom, I love you”
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