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I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
F. Scott Fitzgerald; Tender is the Night (via quotexcerpts)
Sharon Van Etten, from Remind Me Tomorrow; “Jupiter 4,” released c. 2019
“September tastes of ashes. And yet it insists. Softly. But it insists”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Autumn Psalm,”
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via booksqouted)
– Jean-Paul Sartre
Fall for them but don’t let them ruin you.
Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)
What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous, not in the sense of the small-scale ridiculousness of slap-stick comedy, but rather in the sense of ridiculousness that seems intrinsic to human life and that manifests itself in the simplest actions and the most extraordinary gestures.
Gustave Flaubert (via quotemadness)
Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want think about anymore.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories: “A Way You’ll Never Be,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Charlotte Brontë (via quotemadness)
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
When I am with you, I fear no pain for my only pain is a pain of happiness.
Forough Farrokhzad, from Sin: The Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Love Song,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
New York, Photo by Leon Levinstein, c. 1952
I think I will always be lonely in this world,
Mary Oliver (via noorshirazie)
“But the heart began to grieve, to ache, like an open wound.”
— Anna Akhmatova, from “Rachel” featured in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (trans by Judith Hemschemeyer)
I feel it so strongly sometimes that I’m frightened.
Tennessee Williams, from The Magic Tower & Other Plays; “The Magic Tower,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Voltaire, tr. by Roger Pearson, from Candide and Other Stories: “Candide,”