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“In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you. Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.”
― Nizar Qabbani

“The wind is rising! . . . We must try to live!”
― Paul Valéry

“Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.”
― Kobayashi Issa

“I’m kissing you now — across
The gap of a thousand years.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Love is not consolation. It is light.”
― Simone Weil

“Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.”
― Kafka, Franzv

“Longing is a room built entirely of knives”
― Leslie Harrison

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
― Hélène Cixous

“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

“It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“It made me feel less mortal, less ordinary. It was support and vindication; it was sustenance and sum. It was the keystone that held the whole cathedral up. And it was awful to learn, by having it so suddenly vanish from under me, that all my adult life I'd been privately sustained by that great, hidden, savage joy: the conviction that my whole life was balanced atop a secret that might at any movement blow me part.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.”
― Sappho, Sappho: A New Translation of the Complete Works

“Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed”
― Kristin Chang

“You're a mother, Ma. You're also a monster. But so am I - which is why I can't turn away from you. Which is why I have taken god's loneliest creature and put you inside it. Look.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
― Hermann Hesse

“A fickle heart is the only constant in this world”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

“The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam”
― Anne Michaels

“To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.”
― Anne Carson, Red Doc>

“I have scars on my hand from touching certain people. Once, in the park, when Frannie was still in the carriage, I put my hand on the downy pate of her head and left it there too long. Another time, at Loew's Seventy-second Street, with Zooey during a spooky movie. He was about six or seven, and he went under the seat to avoid watching a scary scene. I put my hand on his head. Certain heads, certain colors and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand.”
― J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction

“When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.”
― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

“Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.”
― Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

“With you, intimacy colours my voice.
even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.”
― Warsan Shire

“it was easier to just be something else”
― Safia Elhillo, The January Children

“Pylades: I’ll take care of you.
Orestes: It’s rotten work.
Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.”
― Anne Carson, Euripides

“H of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin.

Th: Give me your hand.

H of H: I'll stain you.

Th: I'll take it.”
― Anne Carson, H of H Playbook

“…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

“You bare your throat to the stars— [...] —and at daybreak you pull the knife from your gut”
― Shastra Deo, The Agonist

“All that matters is that you want me.
Say the word & I’ll burn for ten days.”
― Yves Olade, Bloodsport