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  • #1
    Homer
    “…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
    Homer, The Iliad

  • #2
    David Foster Wallace
    “It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.”
    David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

  • #3
    Margaret Atwood
    “I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
    Margaret Atwood

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #6
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
    Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #7
    Anne Carson
    “You remember too much,
    my mother said to me recently.
    Why hold onto all that? And I said,
    Where can I put it down?”
    Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God

  • #8
    Emily Brontë
    “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #10
    E.E. Cummings
    “Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #11
    Bill Watterson
    “Specifically, I’d like to debate whether cannibalism ought to be grounds for leniency in murders, since it’s less wasteful.”
    Bill Watterson
    tags: humor

  • #12
    Amal El-Mohtar
    “I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
    Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

  • #13
    Anne Sexton
    “I am stuffing your mouth with your
    promises and watching
    you vomit them out upon my face.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #14
    Anne Sexton
    “Even so, I must admire your skill.
    You are so gracefully insane.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #15
    Richard Siken
    “Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
    Richard Siken

  • #16
    Richard Siken
    “Actually, you said Love, for you,
    is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s
    terrifying. No one
    will ever want to sleep with you.”
    Richard Siken, Crush
    tags: love

  • #17
    Richard Siken
    “You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #18
    Richard Siken
    “with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because
    it’s all I have,
    because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this
    bullet inside me
    ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #19
    Richard Siken
    “You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #20
    Robert Frost
    “We love the things we love for what they are.”
    Robert Frost

  • #21
    Plato
    “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
    Plato

  • #22
    Anne Brontë
    “I love the silent hour of night,
    For blissful dreams may then arise,
    Revealing to my charmed sight
    What may not bless my waking eyes.”
    Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters

  • #23
    Langston Hughes
    “I went down to the river,
    I set down on the bank.
    I tried to think but couldn't,
    So I jumped in and sank.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

  • #25
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin

  • #26
    William Shakespeare
    “O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
    Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
    Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
    Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
    Despised substance of divinest show!
    Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
    A damned saint, an honourable villain!
    O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell;
    When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
    In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
    Was ever book containing such vile matter
    So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
    In such a gorgeous palace!”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #27
    Jeanette Winterson
    “I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

  • #28
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
    How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
    Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
    Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
    I started from her.
    She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
    "Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #29
    Patricia Highsmith
    “It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #30
    Patricia Highsmith
    “I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt



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