Love Is Not a Permanent State of Enthusiasm: An Interview with Esther Perel

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Love Is Not a Permanent State of Enthusiasm: An Interview with Esther Perel
“The great artist Michelangelo claimed that his sculptures were already present in the stone, and all he had to do was carve away everything else. Our understanding of identity is often similar: Beneath the many layers of shoulds and shouldn’ts that cover us, there lies a constant, single, true self that is just waiting to be discovered.”
— Sheena Iyengar, The Art of Choosing (via provst)
Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’—of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” in: Sinister Wisdom #36 (via thatkindofwoman)
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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“J’aurais dû être plus gentile — I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.”
— Khaled Hosseini
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[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’
a poem by Frank O’Hara]