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  • #1
    Albert Camus
    “I want everything to be explained to me or nothing. And the reason is impotent when it hears this cry from the heart. The mind aroused by this insistence seeks and finds nothing but contradictions and nonsense.”
    Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

  • #2
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #3
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #4
    Fernando Pessoa
    “Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #5
    Fernando Pessoa
    “To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #6
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #7
    Fernando Pessoa
    “My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #8
    Fernando Pessoa
    “My boredom with everything has numbed me.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #9
    Richard Siken
    “In the dream I don't tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #10
    John Keats
    “Touch has a memory.”
    John Keats

  • #11
    John Keats
    “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”
    John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

  • #12
    John Keats
    “I have so much of you in my heart.”
    John Keats

  • #13
    John Keats
    “Two souls with but a single thought,
    Two hearts that beat as one!”
    John Keats

  • #14
    John Keats
    “You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #15
    John Keats
    “You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #16
    John Keats
    “My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you … I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #17
    John Keats
    “My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #18
    John Keats
    “Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it — make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me —write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
    tags: love

  • #19
    John Keats
    “How horrid was the chance of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms -- the difference is amazing Love. Death must come at last; Man must die, as Shallow says; but before that is my fate I fain would try what more pleasures than you have given, so sweet a creature as you can give.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne



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