The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.

Well, the fuel is gone that maintain’d that fire.

I yearn for the ecstasies of writing, reading, music, philosophy, contemplation; I yearn for that room I saw through an open window, lined with books, suspended over life, where nothing ever turns to dregs, where landings are not crash landings.

clarice lispector

A total eclipse of the heart Once upon a time there was light in my life / But now there's only love in the dark / Nothing I can say / A total eclipse of the heart

Take my heart and take it far away, where no one knows us, where time does not exist, where we can meet, without age and memories, without the past. ~Sappho

are you overthinking what i am overthinking?

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. The less said about life's sores the better.