“2 November. This Morning, For The First Time In A Long Time, The Joy Again Of Imagining A Knife Twisted

“But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling, there were more delicate existences and even a certain luxury of the soul. She knew that there were a lot of things she didn’t know how to understand.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star.

Kim Addonizio, from "'Round Midnight'", What Is This Thing Called Love

“We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.”

— George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via wordsnquotes)

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

Albert Camus, The Fall Originally published: 1956

Andrée Chedid, from “Terre et Poésie,” quoted in Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (edited by Kamal Boullata).

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Ottis P. Lord written c. March 1878

“I bloom within myself, inwardly,”

— Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “The Fig,”

“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to-day living that wears you out.”

—

Anton Chekhov (b. 29 January 1860)