❝My heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.❞ —Segovia Amil

❝…she fluttered through my fingers, sifting away like a shadow, dissolving like a dream…❞ — Kate Zambreno, Book of Mutter

❝She tastes like nectar and salt. nectar and salt and apples. pollen and stars and hinges. she tastes like fairy tales. swan maiden at midnight. cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. she tastes like hope.❞ — Laini taylor, daughter of smoke and bone

❝Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running from them.❞  — Nikita Gill

❝She was a ghost of a girl, hauntingly beautiful, wonderfully lost— breaking hearts and crying holy water tears.❞ — Michael Faudet

❝I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.❞ — ophelia, act iv scene v

❝Awan-white of heart; i smile not ever neither do i weep. i am as lovely as a dream in stone.❞ — Charles baudelaire

❝ I was pretending that i did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.❞ — Shirley Jackson

❝My shadow said to me: what is the matter / isn’t the moon warm enough for you / why do you need the blanket of another body?❞ — Margaret Atwood

❝You don’t understand. You have never understood. You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. You lie at the bottom of my being and gnaw at my roots. — Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless.❞

❝Eyes—wild, laughing, yet desperate—❞ — Virginia Woolf

❝Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.❞ — Richard Siken, excerpt of Little Beast

❝ — but if you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.❞ — Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

❝A kiss like cherries and dirt: as sublime, as corrosively filthy.❞ — Pratyusha Prakash

❝I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.❞ — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin

❝Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible, nocturnal…❞ — Anna Akhmatova

❝The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.❞ — Bram Stoker

❝His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.❞ — F. Scott Fitzgerald

❝His wedding gift, clasped around my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat..❞ — Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber 

❝I am an old boudoir full of withered roses.❞ — Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (Les Fleurs du Mal)

❝I am madly in love with you, virtuously or diabolically, I love you and I will love you to the grave.❞ — Isabella of Parma to Maria Christina of Austria, 1763