The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.– William Penn
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,– Jeffrey McDaniel
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love’s nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love’s fire.– Jeanette Winterson, The.Powerbook (via frenchtwist)
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.– Mark Twain, Mark Twain’s Notebooks & Journals (via frenchtwist)
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.– Anton Chekhov (via frenchtwist)
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.– Pablo Neruda, from Love, translation by Margaret Sayers Peden (via frenchtwist)
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.–
Virgina Woolfvia sitasays * sasset (via frenchtwist)
In a moment you’ll see my present body shatter to pieces and gather itself in a thousand notorious aspects; a fresh body in which you’ll never be able to forget me.– Antonin Artaud, Who Am I? (Qui suis-je?), translation by A.S. Kline (via frenchtwist)
Eat me, my love, live on me with animal-thirst … enter me and become my hunger for you.– J. Karl Bogartte, from A Curious Night for a Double Eclipse (via frenchtwist)
We are one … one flesh; to lose thee is to lose myself.– John Milton, Paradise Lost (via frenchtwist)
As if on the edge of a cloud– Anna Akhmatova, from Cinque, translation by Alexandra Harrington (via frenchtwist)
I remember your words,
And because of my words
Night became brighter than day to you.
Thus, torn from the earth,
We rose up high, like stars.
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want.– White Oleander (via ultraa-violett)
I felt as if there were invisible threads between us. I felt as if invisible threads from her hair still twisted themselves around me. And, when she completely disappeared there, over the ocean, then I felt still how it hurt, where my heart bled, because the threads could not be broken.– From the film Edvard Munch, 1974 (via frenchtwist)
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.– Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds (via frenchtwist)