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The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted, let yourself go and you started embellishing your own sobs.
Richard Yates | Revolutionary Road
I am tired, I have colossal need of you.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944.
“What I am giving you is nothing that belongs to me […] It is just yourself, you running through me throwing off sparks, your eyes blazing with fear, blazing with hope, I am giving you your own fire. All I do is breathe very gently on your night embers and handfuls of stars fly out.”
— Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows of unheard-of songs.”
— Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (tr. by Paula and Keith Cohen)
“And in the end, we were all just humans…drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
I am alive, if I suffer.
Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “In The Presence of the Dead,”
“If anything, he seemed a little lonely, all too ready to open his heart at the slightest sign of interest.”
— Tom Perrotta, Little Children
“I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.”
— Hélène Cixous, from “Olivier De Serres- A Single Passion Two Witnesses,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008)
“Love loves to return, to bring back to the origin, to begin loving from the first instant, love wants to love everything,”
— Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “Poetry, Passion and History,”
“I can’t do anything for you any more. I’m trying to save myself.”
— Tender Is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald
“You must understand, I miss you even though I’ve gone silent.”
— N.M.Sanchez (via siikens)
“But if I suffer, it is my own affair.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets: XXV,”
“you consume me all to an ember.”
— D. H. Lawrence, from “Lilies in the Fire,” Love Poems and Others (Duckworth and Co., 1913)
Elysian Fields - Stop the Sun (2003)
“Your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.”
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, tr. by Albert C. Todd, from “Irpen,” wr. c. 1961
I’ve stood in a thousand street scenes Just around the corner from you On the edge of a dream that you have Has anybody ever told you it’s not coming true
