#letter quotes

[shapinginvisible]

“how did I even dare to create

to make art

and to proudly call myself artist?

I called it love

we called it us.” - quote from RM’s letter on Weverse

[quietcalligraphy]

Twighlight conversation (Ron Hicks, 2013)

I have but one thought, Susie, this afternoon of June, and that of you, and I have one prayer, only; dear Susie, that is for you. That you and I in hand as we e’en do in heart, might ramble away as children, among the woods and fields, and forget these many years, and these sorrowing cares, and each become a child again — I would it were so, Susie, and when I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away — I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie — Friends are too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away where you and I cannot find them, dont let us forget these things, for their remembrance now will save us many an anguish when it is too late to love them! Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me.

(Emily Dickinson. Letter to Susan Hungtington Gilbert, June 11 1852).

[dark-academic-dead-poet]

"And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but asleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them."

The Letters Of Vincent Van Gogh

[mymidnightthoughts]

To You

I hope you fall in love with being alive. I hope you pick flowers and read books and understand that life is so much more than a snapchat from a person you won’t remember in accouple of years. I hope you feel pursued. I hope you have the best of friends, and I even hope you get in trouble together. I hope you make fun memories and take too many pictures and scream at the top of your lungs on roller coasters. I hope you swim in the depths of the oceans, and feel the dirt underneath your fingernails when you climb mountains. I hope you know the joys of genuine laughter, and I hope you know the difference between wisdom and test scores. I hope you understand that you can be anything you want to be, but you have to work hard to get it. I hope you do more than sit around and complain about things that could change - because I hope you are the change. I hope you journal and write everything down. I hope you learn how to skate, and eat your fruits and vegies. I hope you treat your body well and respect your reputation. But I also hope you have fun. In fact, I hope you have unapologetic fun.

Because my love,

I hope you fall in love with being alive .

May 25, 2021

[quietcalligraphy]

The Kiss (Francesco Hayez, 1859)

William II, Prince of Orange, and his Bride, Mary Stuart (Anthony van Dyck, 1641)

Much love much trial, but what an utter desert is life without love.

(Charles Darwin. Letter to Joseph Hooker, November 27th 1863)

[quietcalligraphy]

Autographed page from the Paderewski edition of Chopin's Prélude in D Major (op. 28, 15), the "Raindrop Prélude"

A sketch of the young Chopin by Eliza Radziwill, 1826

But how dismal it is to have no one to go to in the morning to share one’s griefs and joys; how hateful when something weighs on you and there’s nowhere to lay it down. You know to what I refer. I often tell to my pianoforte what I want to tell to you.

(Fryderyk Chopin. Letter to Tytus Wojciechowski, October 3rd 1829.)

[quietcalligraphy]

Nina Simone recording the album "Nina Simone Sings the Blues", released in 1967 (David Hollander).

Love,

Nina

You know who Nina is, don’t you? I mean I didn’t sign my last name!!? (Joke)

(Nina Simone, born on February 21st 1933, would turn 92 today. Letter to Langston Hughes, July 6th 1965)

[quietcalligraphy]

On the Seashore (Hanuš Knöchel, 1879)

This is not a letter. It is only my arms around you for a quick minute.

(Katherine Mansfield. Letter to Leslie Beauchamp, 25th August 1915)