The soul, like the moon, is never lost—only shadowed.
Jakob Böhme | 1575-1624
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@learn-from-coincidence
The soul, like the moon, is never lost—only shadowed.
Jakob Böhme | 1575-1624
Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026
“I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.”
— Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry
woman of your nightmares
wanna disappear in Italy together for a month or two?
“I see the symbolism of our lives. I live on two levels, the human and the poetic.”
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934
Olivia Tapiero, from her book titled "Nothing At All," originally published in January 2026
My true star circles in the orbits of the soul, in its presence I kneel, I murmur and read the canticle of quintessence.
HANANE AAD (حنان عاد) — Banquet of Mercy for the Universe, transl. by Peter Waugh & Hanane Aad, (2022)
Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 9, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
from “An Attempt at Jealousy”, Marina Tsvetaeva tr. Ilya Kaminsky
Make me drunk with music. Make my soul shed more tears. Touch the bottom of my wound with melody, and there awaken ineffable colors that exist only in the light-spectrum of stars. — Gabriele D'annunzio, Notturno
«Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.»
Stephen King, The body
Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
Edna St. Vincent Millay | What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
The soul, like the moon, is never lost—only shadowed.
Jakob Böhme | 1575-1624
Do you not see me, then? My consuming eyes and my flaming blood, do they give you no fear?
Do you too feel this wild ardour?
- Gabriele D'annunzio, The Flame of Life
I have the constant vision of your mouth.
- Gabriele D'annunzio, The Triumph of Death