- Nothing ceases to exist – there is no example of this in nature.. .There is an entire mass of things that cannot rationally explained. There are newborn thoughts that have not yet found form. How foolish to deny the existence of the soul. After all, that a life has begun, that cannot be denied. It is necessary to believe in immortality, insofar as it can be demonstrated that the atoms of life or the spirit of life must continue to exist after the body’s death. But of what does it exist, this characteristic of holding a body together, causing matter to change and develop, this spirit of life? I felt it as a sensual delight that I should become one with – become this earth which is forever radiated by the sun in such a constant ferment and which lives – lives – and which will grow plants from my decaying body – trees and flowers – and the sun will warm them and I will exist in them – and nothing will perish – and that is eternity.
- Edvard Munch
- a small truth: you move me more in a moment than the earth moves in a year
- Salma Deera
- we / return to each / other / in waves. / this is how water / loves
- Nayyirah Waheed
- Le verbe aimer est un des plus difficile à conjuguer: son passé n’est pas simple, son présent n’est qu’indicatif et son futur est toujours conditionnel.
- Jean Cocteau
- Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
- Pablo Neruda
- she slips into something more comfortable, another reality.
- Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, "Gangrenous Love"
- She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom.
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, "The Idiot"
- From tiny experiences we build cathedrals.
- Orhan Pamuk
- What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.
- _Michelle Thaller__
- I exist in two places. / here, and where you are.
- Margaret Atwood, "Corpse Song"
- You are a language I am no longer fluent in / but still remember how to read.
- Ashe Vernon
- I will love you until the we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark.
- Renaud
- She’s as light as any fairy; she’s as pretty as a peach; She’s mistress of the witchcraft to beguile; There’s sunshine in her manner, there is music in her speech, And there’s concentrated honey in her smile.
- Robert William Service, "The Man from Eldorado"
- I am destined to illuminate you by burning myself up.
- Maurice Blanchot, "The Work of Fire"
- Yours / (now I’m even losing my name—it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
- Franz Kafka
- I fell in love with the world in you.
- Noah and the Whale, "Hold My Hand As I’m Lowered"
- Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.
- Welcome to Night Vale
- Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
- Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore"
- And I? / I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.
- Hélène Cixous, "The Book of Promethea"
- “i just want to go home” said the astronaut. / “so come home” said ground control. / ‘‘ｓｏ ｃｏｍｅ ｈｏｍｅ’’ said the voice from the stars.
- Jonny Sun
- My spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.
- Virginia Woolf, "The Waves"
- Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
- T. S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
- trust your heart / if the seas catch fire / (and live by love / though the stars walk backward)
- E.E. Cummings, "Dive For Dreams"
- You have my permission / not to love me. I am / a cathedral of dead bolts / & I’d rather / burn myself down / than change the locks.
- Rachel McKibbens, "letter from my brain to my heart"
- He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
- Virginia Woolf, "To the Lighthouse"
- I’ve just got this restless ache at the centre of me. I’m worried it’s infected. I’m worried it’s spreading to my heart.
- Elisabeth Hewer, "Wishing for Birds"
- I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.
- Haruki Murakami, "Sputnik Sweetheart"
- In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.
- Sappho
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