“I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I’ve always forgotten.”
— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart, translated by Alison Entrekin
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“I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I’ve always forgotten.”
— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart, translated by Alison Entrekin
Skeletons playing pool, 19th century
I trusted you with my heart.
You completely destroyed it.
“Colors never before seen.” Delphiniums. Krider’s glories of the garden for 1940. 1940.
Internet Archive
Garland of Flowers with a Landscape (detail), c. 1652. is Juan de Arellano
“I want / my heart back / I want to feel everything again–”
— Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno
Gustave Courbet - The Wave [1869]
“You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.”
— Unknown (via itsalittlebitofeverything)
Hyacinthe Rigaud, Study of Flowers, 1720.
Attributed to Barbara Regina Dietzsch - A dandelion plant in seed with a butterfly, dragonfly and caterpillar - 18th c. - via Christie’s
Before the storm, 1890, Isaac Levitan
Medium: oil,canvas
“I was no more than bones, cloud—I was only rain floating. (…)”
— Joanna Klink, from On Diminishment in “The Nightfields”
Sergei Yesenin, from The Black Man; Twentieth Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)
“Henderson’s invisible asters.” Everything for the garden. 1937.
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“My head is full of colorless muck, and my heart - a joyless sea of knots.”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
Achille Casanova (Italian, 1861 - 1948)
At night, 1894-1897
“Where does all of this sadness come from? It feels like blood from the wound of eternity…”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)