we held gold dust in our hands

Hello! I'm Demoiselle Nathalie and this is my little blog where I post my favourite quotes. Feel free to submit! :)

[archiveofyearning]

LOVE AS VIOLENCE VS LOVE AS SOFTNESS

Ada Limon, The Good Fight // Mary Oliver, West Wind // Danez Smith, Bare // Sappho, Fragment 58.25-26 // Mitski, I Don’t Smoke // Ashe Vernon // Hozier, Cherry Wine // Shauna Barbosa, GPS // Richard Siken, Little Beast // Chen Chen, Summer [The sunflowers fall…] // Warsan Shire // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[metamorphesque]

i want to fill my mouth with your name

Pablo Neruda, Katrien De Blauwer, Marina Tsvetaeva, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Ashley Walters, Erika Meitner, Katrien De Blauwer, Ocean Vuong, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz

buy me a coffee

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “you are like the snow only” (excerpt from Is 5), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “nothing lingers beyond a little instant, along with rhyme and with laughter O my lady (and every brittle marvelous breathing thing)

since i and you are on our ways to dust

of your fragility (but chiefly of your smile, most suddenly which is of love and death a marriage)you give me

courage so that against myself the sharp days slobber in vain”]

[lifeinpoetry]

“When my beloved calls my name— in the bathtub, in her bed, over the telephone, into a microphone or my ear— it closes my eyes, buckles me, thralls my insides with the sweet terror of being recognized. Sometimes, we cannot bear the thing we crave.”

— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner

[anancientheart]

“To love another is something / like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall / into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.”

—

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Admonitions to a Special Person,”

[metamorphesque]

— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu

[the-epitome-of-routine]

Don't give up, you're falling into a new kind of love

that you've never been through before

but darling you'll be sure

that you were meant to be cured

you'll be fine, you're taking on some new peace of mind

and the world will turn as you need

giving you space to set yourself free

I promise this

and you can trust in me

Why would we choose somebody to lose if we knew that's how it would play out?

to watch a flower bloom just before the snow

I'll take your hand and walk by your side to show you my blooming autumn garden

and I'll tell you then

that I've never been so in love

Child mine, you're fighting a heartbreak of some kind

let me tell you how I once learned

love can't be found, but only be earned

think you're better off never trying til it comes and finds you right at the perfect time

you wouldn't live your own life

If I had known the way it would go before, I wouldn't waste my love

but I'd be stuck in my youth cause I grew to find truth

and now I know what I want

oh child now be sure

whoever you love, don't give yourself up

forevermore, forevermore

.

.

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu

[lifeinpoetry]

“When my beloved calls my name— in the bathtub, in her bed, over the telephone, into a microphone or my ear— it closes my eyes, buckles me, thralls my insides with the sweet terror of being recognized. Sometimes, we cannot bear the thing we crave.”

— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner

[orendil-deactivated20221010]

“C'est une souffrance étrange. (…) Mourir de nostalgie pour quelque chose que tu ne vivras jamais.”

— Alessandro Baricco, Soie (1996)

[bnmxfld]

“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.”

— Najwa Zebian

[wzruszenia]

“Chyba to sprawił wrzesień, że prawie nic już nie czuję. Słucham, jak teraz upał zamiera, ciszą pulsuje. Pewno ci dobrze gdzieś o tej porze, pewnie przyjemnie. A wokolutko – pejzaż bez smutku – pejzaż beze mnie. Noce i dni o których nie wiesz, jesień i pejzaż bez Ciebie.”

— Jeremi Przybora

[quotexcerpts]

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”

— Iyanla Vanzant

[junecoast]

“I will love you until the we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark.”

— Renaud 

[tamsoj]

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942; tr. by Philip Thody  

[firstfullmoon]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water (via soracities)