From Haunter To Haunted

Life is a dream

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Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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"How he loves you! And ah, how he hates you!..."

-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies

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"You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late."

-Dulce Loynaz

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“Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”

― Richard Siken, Crush

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“He, like me, is haunted by his heart,”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Tuesday and the Weather is Clear; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah).

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“I have dreamed of you so often, you are no longer real.”

-Dean Young

[oparhelion]

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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- lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson

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"The question is whether or not you choose to disturb the world around you, or if you choose to let it go on as if you had never arrived."

Ann Patchett, writer (b. 2nd December 1963)

[existential-celestial]

“I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else…and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more…and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned…I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

— The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket

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I loved my friend

She went away from me

There's nothing more to say

The poem ends,

Soft as it began-

I loved my friend.

-Langston Hughes

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“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”

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Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book X

Iamque iterum moriens non est de coniuge quicquam questo suo: quid enim nisi se quereretur amatam?

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Everyone has a thousand wishes before a tragedy, but just one afterward.

Fredrik Backman