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—Albert Camus

“Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been… think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”

- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

#charles dickens #great expectations

- W.H. Auden, The More Loving One

#wh auden #quote #the more loving one

In English we say:

Maybe we weren’t meant to be

In Poetry we say:

Perhaps you will always be my parallel line

forever one step and an infinity away

- Whitney Hanson

#whitneyhanson #poetry #quote #andthatisourtragedy

clementinevonradicspoems

“I hated him most for not having the courage to ruin us grandly. To break all the dishes and burn down the house. Instead he sunk quiet into the arms of a beautiful, weak little bird. Denied me my spilled blood, my great war, everything except his confession.”

— Clementine von Radics, One Last Poem For The Man Who Cheated

heartcountry

“I. Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters, Like children building tree houses. Our love is serious business. One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string. When I hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing. II. There is no clean way to enter the heavy machinery of the heart. Just jagged cutthroat questions. Just the glitter and blood production. III. The truth is this: My love for you is the only empire I will ever build. When it falls, as all empires do, my career in empire building will be over. I will retreat to an island. I will dabble in the vacation-hut industry. I will skulk about the private libraries and public parks. I will fold the clean clothes. I will wash the dishes. I will never again dream of having the whole world.”

— Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via larmoyante)

dvoyd

love (noun)

life’s cruelest kindness — or perhaps its kindest cruelty.

all I know is it hurts,

but it’s the kind of hurt that you don’t want to stop—

which is good, since it can’t be “ stopped. ”

it wouldn’t be love if it could.

paperworld-inktears

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via thoughtkick)

vicforprez

: You must stop this

: I have vowed to a thousand times a day... then I catch a glimpse of you, and my world ends

#spartacus #ganicus #naevia

My heart aches terribly and the coldness of the storm caught me sighing. It made me long for the days when I was holding you in my arms, peacefully catching sleep, hiding from the rest of the sorrows the world was bringing.

My heart aches terribly, and I'm here alone, feeling the storm that is plaguing.

#strings of words

litverve

“Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.”

— Wendell Berry, from “How To Be A Poet”

bookmania

“Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind. They served as a substitute for experience.”

— John Fowles