March 2012
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Am I to bless the lost you,
sitting here with my clumsy soul?
Propaganda time...
– Anne Sexton
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Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?...
– Anne Sexton, Despair
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Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes...
– Anne Sexton, Admonitions to a Special Person
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Do you like me?”
I asked the blue blazer.
No answer.
Silence bounced...
– Anne Sexton, Lessons in Hunger
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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to...
– Haruki Murakami
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You know being born is important.
You know nothing else was ever so important...
– from Being Born is Important by Carl Sandburg
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This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key...
– Michael Ondaatje, Coming Through Slaughter
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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not...
– Saul Williams
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I leaned deeper into you, felt you nodding along with the sounds in the room,...
– Daniel Handler
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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You...
– Rumi
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When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from...
– Anaïs Nin
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Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...
– Charles Bukowski
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Love.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the...
– Pablo Neruda, Love
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[…] I’m saying your name
in the grocery store, I’m saying your name on
the...
– Richard Siken, from “Saying Your Name”
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Love is short, forgetting is so long…
– Pablo Neruda
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There’s a moment when I look at you, and no speech is left in me
My tongue...
– Fainetai Moi by Sappho
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Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her...
– Helena Kvarnstrom
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Sometimes when I get up and emerge from the mists of slumber, my whole room...
– Bohumil Hrabal
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My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky.
My Lover Asks Me by Nizar Qabbani
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If you don’t love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
– Stendhal
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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for...
– Sylvia Plath
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We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for,...
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I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.
– ― Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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I have so much, and my feelings for her absorb it all; I have so much, and...
– Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe “The Sorrows Of Young Werther”
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