Audrey

“My self is at one remove
Because it has gone to you
Who will not display
The sense of me another,
Being bound in yourself
By my forlorn desire.

And yet I would not not love
If I could choose not to;
For I require to play
By hazarding myself
To you, my self, the other
Whom I always desire.

— Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from “Canzon, for British Rail Services,” Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),”
― Veronica Forrest-Thomson, Collected Poems

“And there, as the sun begins to rise, he is overcome with thoughts of an affirmation, a proclamation, a promise - a promise to shine everywhere and always to very depths of the last days - which, after all, is all that anyone has ever asked of love.”
― Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

“No word breaks the dark—
No god lifts a hand—
Wherever I look
This tremendous land.
No shadow hovers,
No form has weight.
And still I hear:
Too late, too late.”
― Hannah Arendt, What Remains: The Collected Poems of Hannah Arendt

“How much more harmful are the consequences of anger and grief than the circumstances that aroused them in us!” —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 11.18.8”
― Ryan Holiday, The Daily Stoic