Ecem Meriç

“Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”
― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

“I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse

“I suppose you do love me, in your way,” I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. “And how else should I love you —in your way?” he asked. I am still thinking about that.”
― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

“When you are falling in love it is always already too late: dēute, as the poets say.”
― Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet