Love you, Miss you

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Yourself, is it, you burn?

Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “April (Part III),” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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She knew every student by name, visited every classroom. Spoke to us like we were scholars, artists, scientists, athletes, musicians. And we were.

Sarah Kay - “Mrs Ribeiro” (via buttonpoetry)

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When will I come into my strength?

Christine Lavant, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “Horror of Total Persecution,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I have to be able to be honest with you, otherwise there’s no sense in it for me, and losing your trust would be the worst thing that could happen to me.

Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Problems, Problems,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Today I did practically nothing except sit around and read a little here, a little there – but mostly I did nothing,

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenská written c. August 1920 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I end up persuading myself that one cannot talk about people one loves too much.

Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Reading Notes,” wr. c. 1932 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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The dead only know the language of flowers;

George Seferis, from Selected Poems; “Stratis the Sailor among the Agapathi,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via wordsnquotes)

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You always save the ones never meant to survive.

Gary Jackson, “Tryouts” (via buttonpoetry)

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“Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via wordsnquotes)

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“She heard the listening forest.”

— Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “The Listening Forest,”

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“I am alive, if I suffer.”

— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “In The Presence of the Dead,”

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I never thanked you for being my lighthouse.

Javon Johnson, “Pretzeled Bodies” (via buttonpoetry)

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I let myself go, and made myself some coffee.

Anton Chekhov, from a letter to his sister written c. May 1890 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I must speak to the dark.

Virginia Adair, from Living on Fire: A Collection of Poems; “The Passage,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“What’s just a coincidence for you that you still find me in your way, is a long wait for me to get found by you.“

Yusha Rizvi (yusha-rizvi12)

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“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)