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" هي لم تتغيّر ولكِنها وضعت حدوداً لكلِ شيء، لعطاءها المفرط الذي سبب لها متاعب كثيرة، وثقتها العمياء التي جعلت مشاعرها في متاهة، وعدم التعمق مع أي أحد، وعدم الأسئلة الكثيرة لأشياء تخصّها لكي تظل قوية.. لأن الاختصار بداية الشجاعة ."
In Qasyun she emerged like incense, and I swayed in the scent of her shy and intimate taste.
Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
ride or die.
I love the smell of autumn rain…
petrichor: the smell of the earth after it rains
She doesn’t feel more known, more understood. Instead she feels less understood. She feels nameless. What, underneath it all, is she really like? How can she tell? Maybe she is what the poets say she is, after all; maybe she has only their word, their words, for herself.
Margaret Atwood, from “Loulou: Or, The Domestic Life of the Language,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
EMILE VERNON - A summer beauty (detail)
Luigi Rossi - Primavera (detail)
“It is an agonizing cry to the void but could you please, please, leave me be?”
— Rebecca West, from a letter to S. K. Ratcliffe written c. February 1916
Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Poems & Writings of V. K. “My Darling,”
I am too tired and too tiring.
Marcel Proust, from a letter to Jean Gustave Tronche c. June 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I feel broken. I want only a corner to sleep in, and recuperate my lost strength, and a human being beside me. I want to hide away. I have my own desert to traverse. It is my turn to go away and find what I must do.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry written c. June 1942, featured in “Mirages,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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