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“Your distance hurts me.”
— Mirabai, from tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “Let Me See You,”
Yesterday seems years ago — even this morning seems years ago —
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz written c. May 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I was the one who asked him to leave. So that I could think. So that I wouldn’t always just…feel.
Joyce Carol Oates, from “Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
It drags on without end, this heavy amber day.
Anna Akhmatova, from Collected Poems; “To M. Lozinsky,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I received you in my soul, in my whole consciousness,
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva c. May 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)
It wasn’t because of the pain that I was silent, it was because of the ugliness of that pain.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke c. June 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)
But there are so many things which disturb me. I can’t just sit back and take them calmly. I must cry out against them. And I take advantage of your patience by doing so.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Hans-Joachim Neupert c. January 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)
You were wild and sweet between pleasure and sleep, between fire and water.
Pablo Neruda, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Night on the Island,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.
José Saramago, tr. by Tim Crosfield, from his nobel speech c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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