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Nikos Kazantzakis, from “Report to Greco”, tr. by P. A. Bien
Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. February 1840
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh written c. March 1882
Anne Frank | The Diary of a Young Girl | 1947
“You are a thousand flowers, —you are a meadow full of them—”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921
Adrienne Rich, from The Complete Poems of A. R.; “The Dream of A Common Language,”
Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)
“You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.”
— Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “Love,” wr. c. 1911
Louise Glück
“Même la nuit la plus sombre prendra fin, et le soleil se lèvera” Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“I loved you in silence, without hope, jealous and afraid.”
— Alexander Pushkin, from The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “King of Hearts,”
Anton Chekhov, from a journal entry featured in “Notebook of Anton Chekhov,”
Mieko Shiomi, Music for two players, 1963
“I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.”
— David Lynch
“I’m yours — you know it.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via goodreadss)
“He looked at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)
“My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.”
— Jonathan Carroll (via goodreadss)
Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems and Other Verse; “The Afternoon of a Fawn,” (x)
“My swan, my queen, my angel, muse of my dreams.”
— Susan Sontag, from The Complete Works; “The Benefactor,” (via loveage-moondream)
“The sea – it is as incomprehensible as existence – it is incomprehensible as death – as eternal as longing.”
— Edvard Munch, circa 1930.