"You, Beloved,… are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from “[You who never arrived]
in Selected Poems, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via proustitute)
"That isn’t an empty blank where I began…"
- Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Emily Fowler, early 1850 (via proustitute)
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“ Emily Dickinson, from The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems
“In this short Life
that only [merely] lasts an hour
How much—how
little—is
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"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."
- George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage (via proustitute)
"I have rarely desired an end
to my desires."
- Kathleen Graber, from “Book Nine“ of The Eternal City (via proustitute)
"Formerly, when I would feel a desire to understand someone, or myself, I would take into consideration not actions, in which everything is relative, but wishes. Tell me what you want and I’ll tell you who you are."
- Anton Chekhov (via aestheticintrovert)
(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.
(via mizenscen-blog)
