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I think I’m nostalgic for a time I never experienced.
Erin McCahan, Love and Other Foreign Words (via quoted-books)
Thanks, Lana.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
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It’s important for little girls to know not every story has to be a love story and for boys to know that soldiers aren’t the only ones to triumph in war.
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I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
de Maupassant, Guy. Paris Tales. (via atmosfare)
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
I love her and I must make her love me…I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
What’s the saddest word in the English language?“
“Almost.”
“Why?”
“I was almost good enough. He was almost in love with me. She almost survived. We almost made it.
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Gently,
we howl at the stars together.
Gently,
we swallow each other whole.
Hym to the Night
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I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls.
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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‘This caring too much - I remember that it only developed with me about the time I first fell in love. And even then I didn’t care enough. If I had really cared I wouldn’t be here now writing about it: I’d have died of a broken heart, or I’d have swung for it. It was a bad experience because it taught me how to live a lie. It taught me to smile when I didn’t want to smile, to work when I didn’t believe in work, to live when I had no reason to go on living. Even when I had forgotten her I still retained the trick of doing what I didn’t believe in’.
Painting: ‘A Night Under Fog’ - Jeremy Mann, redrabbit7.com
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