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  • #1
    Avijeet Das
    “You will always be an unfinished part of me.”
    Avijeet Das

  • #2
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “Marry, and you will regret it; don’t marry, you will also regret it; marry or don’t marry, you will regret it either way. Laugh at the world’s foolishness, you will regret it; weep over it, you will regret that too; laugh at the world’s foolishness or weep over it, you will regret both. Believe a woman, you will regret it; believe her not, you will also regret it… Hang yourself, you will regret it; do not hang yourself, and you will regret that too; hang yourself or don’t hang yourself, you’ll regret it either way; whether you hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret both. This, gentlemen, is the essence of all philosophy.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #3
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #4
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #5
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “The most common form of despair is not being who you are.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #6
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.”
    Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death: A Christian Psychological Exposition for Upbuilding and Awakening

  • #7
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it — you will regret both.”
    Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life

  • #8
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
    Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

  • #9
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #10
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #11
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #12
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
    Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems

  • #13
    Pablo Neruda
    “Tonight I can write the saddest lines
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #14
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #15
    Pablo Neruda
    “so I wait for you like a lonely house
    till you will see me again and live in me.
    Till then my windows ache.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #16
    Pablo Neruda
    “To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #17
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

    Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
    and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

    The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
    How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

    To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
    And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

    What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
    The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

    That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
    My soul is lost without her.

    As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
    My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

    The same night that whitens the same trees.
    We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

    I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
    My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

    Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
    belonged to my kisses.
    Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
    Love is so short and oblivion so long.

    Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
    my soul is lost without her.

    Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
    and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #19
    Pablo Neruda
    “At night I dream that you and I are two plants
    that grew together, roots entwined,
    and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
    since we are made of earth and rain.”
    Pablo Neruda, Regalo de un Poeta

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
    Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “Of everything I have seen,
    it's you I want to go on seeing:
    of everything I've touched,
    it's your flesh I want to go on touching.
    I love your orange laughter.
    I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

    What am I to do, love, loved one?
    I don't know how others love
    or how people loved in the past.
    I live, watching you, loving you.
    Being in love is my nature.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #22
    Linda Grant
    “Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography.”
    Linda Grant, The Thoughtful Dresser

  • #23
    Franz Kafka
    “Love is a drama of contradictions.”
    Franz Kafka
    tags: love

  • #24
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
    to make every moment holy.
    I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
    just to lie before you like a thing,
    shrewd and secretive.
    I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
    as it goes toward action;
    and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
    when something is coming near,
    I want to be with those who know secret things
    or else alone.
    I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
    and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
    to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
    I want to unfold.
    I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
    because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
    and I want my grasp of things to be
    true before you. I want to describe myself
    like a painting that I looked at
    closely for a long time,
    like a saying that I finally understood,
    like the pitcher I use every day,
    like the face of my mother,
    like a ship
    that carried me
    through the wildest storm of all.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

  • #25
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #26
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “You who never arrived
    in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
    from the start,
    I don't even know what songs
    would please you. I have given up trying
    to recognize you in the surging wave of
    the next moment. All the immense
    images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
    cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
    suspected turns in the path,
    and those powerful lands that were once
    pulsing with the life of the gods--
    all rise within me to mean
    you, who forever elude me.

    You, Beloved, who are all
    the gardens I have ever gazed at,
    longing. An open window
    in a country house-- , and you almost
    stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced
    upon,--
    you had just walked down them and vanished.
    And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
    were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
    my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same
    bird echoed through both of us
    yesterday, separate, in the evening... ”
    rainer maria rilke

  • #27
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #28
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

  • #29
    Ernest Hemingway
    “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #30
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
    Ernest Hemingway



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