Eva Khalil

“In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.

And friendship, too, is powerless plot,
And so years of bliss with noble tends,
When your heart is free and known not,
The slow languor of the earthy sense.

And they who strive to reach this edge are mad,
But they who reached are shocked with anguish hard -
Now you know why beneath your hand
You do not feel the beating of my heart.”
― Anna Akhmatova

“i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure.
The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping,
And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poems of Akhmatova

“it rained as if the gods were disconsolate, as if spring were a sorrow,”
― Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs