"I am healing by mistake."
- Eliza Griswold, from “Ruins” (via proustitute)
"She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy."
- E. M. Forster, Howards End (via litverve)
"Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when we as individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it."
- Joyce Carol Oates (via theparisreview)
"I should tell you first that when the wind blows,
I feel wild joy, and when the settling leaves
restructure the street, I feel untied"
- Christine Hartzler, from “Upon His Manifestations of Sickness” (via)
"There is an otherness inside us
We never touch,
no matter how far down our hands reach."
- Charles Wright, from The Southern Cross (via litverve)
"If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two."
- Marcel Proust from In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower: In Search of Lost Time, Vol. 2 (Penguin Classics, 2005)
(Source: keshavprasad, via apoetreflects)
"I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people."
- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (Harvest Books, 1978)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via apoetreflects)
"I might enjoy being an albatross, being able to glide for days and daydream for hundreds of miles along the thermals. And then being able to hang like an affliction round some people’s necks."
- Seamus Heaney (via theparisreview)
"I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist."
- Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky,” in Meditations in an Emergency (Grove/Atlantic, 1996)
(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via apoetreflects)
"The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love…"
- Muriel Rukeyser, from “Song” (via proustitute)
"Among philosophers, Soren Kierkegaard is depression’s poster boy. He took curious comfort from his pain because he believed in its honesty and reality. "My sorrow is my castle," he wrote. "In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I loved my melancholy."
— Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon
"What was it that the poets promised you,
If it was not their sorrow?"
- W. B. Yeats, The King’s Threshold (via litverve)
"Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either."
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via coffee-and-desire)
"I love [you] neither with
my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case heart might stop, mind can forget.
I love [you] with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets."
- Rumi (via apoetreflects)
(Source: sand-foam, via apoetreflects)