rivering waters

machiavellian™️

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I love your username 🙏

thank you ^_^

it is a portmanteau word, combining the surnames of two of my favourite french poets, Arthur Rimbaud and Charles Baudelaire ♡

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I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

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when montaigne said “I want death to find me planting my cabbages, neither worrying about it nor the unfinished gardening”

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“If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.”

Michel de Montaigne , The Complete Essays

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“Live to the point of tears.”

Albert Camus

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There's nothing like this in the world, you say, knowing I cannot touch your hand and look too, into that godless cleft of sky where nothing turns but dead sands flashing

Hart Crane, Collected Poems

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And as the bandage knot was tightened

The two men smiled into each other's eyes.

Hart Crane

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"Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book."

Cicero

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"Let the gods speak softly of us"

Ezra Pound, Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

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And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enough

And life slips by like a field mouse

Not shaking the grass

Ezra Pound

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"The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment."

Lord Byron

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"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."

Lord Byron

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"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."

Lord Byron

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The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Cesare Pavese

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This hate has blossomed like a living love,

grieving, watching its own exhaustion.

It seeks a face, it seeks flesh, as though it were love.

Cesare Pavese, Selected Poems

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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.

Cesare Pavese

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You no longer feel the fear of a change of being and desire... The course of the hours lays not violent hands upon you; necessity and chance guide not your steps

I can hardly write without envy.

Michelangelo Buonarroti on the Dead