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"For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease."
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (p. 271)
“HANDS We first recognised each other as if we were siblings, and when we held hands your touch made me stupidly happy. Hold my hand, you said in the hospital . You had big hands, strong hands, gentle as those of a Mediterranean father caressing the head of a child. Hold my hand , you said. I feel I won’t die while you are here. You took my hand on our first aeroplane and in opera houses, or watching a video you wanted me to share. Hold my hand, you said. I’ll fall asleep and won’t even know you’re not there.”
— Elaine Feinstein: poems for Arnold
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“Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.”
— William Golding, Lord of the Flies
“Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face.”
Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
i may look like i don’t care, but i cry about it
Rich man’s war Poor man’s blood.
“I miss you more than I remember you.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
“It hurts to dream, but I dream regardless.”
— Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, Ace of Spades