All the things that matter to me

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All the things that matter to me
Jean Cocteau, Apollo mit Lyra, 1950.
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perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.
“It’s a pale, silent day: I would like to be walking in a wood, far away.”
— Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry (via oiseauperdu)
“Your love was dark and thorough.”
— D.H. Lawrence, from Last Words To Miriam (via violentwavesofemotion)
“She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.”
— Paris, Texas (1984)
“Fairy tales are her natural element.”
— Otis Guernsey on Audrey Hepburn
my talents? yearning
“What was my mad heart dreaming of?”
— Sappho (Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments, trans. Aaron Poochigian)
Desire that thrummed like a pulse beneath an open wound.
I have no fight left in me, yet I still reach for my sword.
“Last thing he did (dear Queen), He kissed — the last of many doubled kisses — this orient pearl.”
— William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, 1603–1604
“Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels;”
— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Fouchet written c. February 1820
“She was not merely a girl: she was a romantic novel.”
— Honore de Balzac, The Magic Skin (1831)
“I am always in love.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via theliteraryjournals)