Edwin Boer

“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. [...] This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself "here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere." I remember your saying - "you could fool me, I wouldn't know it." When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you - and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal - it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much - which it is, I don't know. But laugh, Anaïs, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...]
I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.”
― Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

“To be found is to be exposed. No wonder so many of us are still lost.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Vijfentwintig jaar getrouwd zijn en elkaar nog in de armen vliegen op het perron van de Gare du Nord zoals in een film noir van Jean Renoir. Langs de zee wandelen tot de broekspijpen nat zijn, en dan toch nog in dat chique restaurant gaan eten, en daarom lachen. Elkaar een boek voorlezen. Is dat romantisch? Ja, maar dat is de liefde ook, romantisch. Niet elke dag, maar van tijd tot tijd wel.”
― Dirk De Wachter, Liefde: Een onmogelijk verlangen?

“Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.”
― Roy Bennett