All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each...– Vladimir Nabokov
Alice: How long is forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.– Lewis Carroll
I run with the hunted: My dearest Girl [Fanny... →
misantrophyy: My dearest Girl [Fanny Brawne], This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else -…
Beirut - Rhineland (Heartland) Life, life is all...
I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and...– Dylan Thomas
Even so, this emotion you are feeling is more real, and more intensely painful,...– Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
Where roads are made I lose my way. In the wide water, in the blue sky there...– Rabindranath Tagore
The Script - For the First Time Trying to make...
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going...– Unknown
How many nights have I lain here like this, feverish with plans, with fears,...– Kim Addonizio, “The Numbers”
Den Mother: “In a strange room you must empty... →
lamontagneespirit: “In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don’t know what I am. I don’t know if…
I would pretty much do anything to be from...
If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.– Princess Diana
There was an empty seat reserved at the wedding,...
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.– - Ted Kooser
Speak low, if you speak love.– William Shakespeare
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at...– Eleanor Roosevelt
She was quiet today. She lay on the earth floor, wrapped in a blanket with...– J.M. Newsome, Nelson’s Dream
He ne’er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices...– John Keats
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop...– Katherine Mansfield
I run with the hunted: “There are all kinds of... →
misantrophyy: “There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the…