“She Imagines Him Imagining Her. This Is Her Salvation.”

The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait tr. by Carlos Fuentes

[ID: There is nothing absolute / Everything changes, everything / moves, everything re- / volves - everything / flies and goes away.]

Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.

— Haruki Murakami

“There is a strange interdependence between thoughtlessness and evil.”

— Hannah Arendt, Eichmann in Jerusalem

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

Yes, I did write in my letter that I would wait for you forever. I didn’t mean exactly “forever,” I just included it for the rhythm.

— Dunya Mikhail, from “Non-Military Statements,” The War Works Hard tr. Elizabeth Winslow

“Aphrodite, the queen of the senses, she, born of the sea-foam, is the luminousness of the gleaming senses, the phosphorescence of the sea, the senses become a conscious aim unto themselves; She is the gleaming darkness, she is the luminous night, she is goddess of destruction,”

— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems and Writings; “The Lemon Gardens,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

The many wrongly addressed letters. Then the unsent ones. Followed by the unwritten ones. And at last — again — the poem: the breathed breve... a few syllables too long. — (Wave shorts. Wave troughs. No crests at all.)

– Paul Celan, trans. Pierre Joris

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

— Anne Frank