May 2012
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Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.
– Rumi
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I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as...
– T.S. Eliot
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Friday, June 21: I saw a good-looking,... →
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Friday, June 21: I saw a good-looking, interesting, intelligent girl in the subway train and, of course, knew I never would see her again unless I said something. But I didn’t really know what to say, and anyway I was dressed in a cruddy old sweatshirt. I mean, wearing a sweatshirt is fine, but I wasn’t wearing it, I just happened to have it on. I could have cited the fantastic...
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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
– Flappers and Philosophers, F. Scott Fitzgerald
April 2012
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I don’t know how to approach you. Only come to me - get closer and closer to me. It will be beautiful, I promise you.
- Henry Miller to Anais Nin, 1932
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We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed,...
– Michael Ondaatje, from The English Patient
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and...
– Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936 From The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas
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The trouble is, you think you have time.
– Buddha
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March 2012
33 posts
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No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone.
The accidents happen, we’re not...
– Twenty-One Love Poems, Adrienne Rich
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Adrienne Rich, 1929-2012: A Poet of Unswerving...
We are, I am, you are by cowardice or courage the one who find our way back to the scene carrying a knife, a camera a book of myths in which our names do not appear.
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For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.
– La Gitana, Aleister Crowley
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She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the...
– Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman
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How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars,...
– “Atlantis — A Lost Sonnet,” Eavan Boland
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I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not...
– Jonathan Safran Foer
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tamburina:
“This is my book,” she said.
She put it down on the desk and almost stepped back when she did it. She was going to step back but then changed her mind. She glanced at me again and I could feel somebody inside of her looking out as if her body were a castle and a princess lived inside.
Richard Brautigan
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People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
– Haruki Murakami
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I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is...
– Leonard Cohen