February 2012
“But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten...”
– Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker
“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.”
– Haruki Murakami
“Waves flow through the bodies, a shuddering ripple, a thrill of strength, and a...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
“La petite seconde d’éternité
Où tu m’as embrassé
Où je t’ai embrassée
Un...”
– Jacques Prévert - Paroles, “Le Jardin”, 1946
“Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
– Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iv
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“If people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never...”
– The Crow movie (1994)
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“so, now i shall talk every night. to myself. to the moon… i talk to myself and...”
– sylvia plath
“With you, I’m useless with words. As if somehow I had to learn to speak all over...”
– Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories
“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance. It is the illusion of...”
– Stephen Hawking
“The wind blows hard among the pines
Toward the beginning
of an endless past....”
– Shinkichi Takahashi
“In this world,
love has no color -
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by...”
– Izumi Shikibu
“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”
– Immanuel Kant (German philosopher, 1724-1804)
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“…I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you...”
– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
“what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.”
– Charles Bukowski, from “How is Your Heart?”
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in...”
– Rumi
“I wasn’t a misanthrope and I wasn’t a misogynist but I liked being alone. It...”
– Charles Bukowski
“PHYLLOMANIA
[noun]
the production of leaves in abnormal numbers or places.”
– Terminatexualology
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“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a...”
– Mary Elizabeth Frye, Do not stand at my grave and weep
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It can't rain all the time
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“I don’t have a shadow anymore, either. Ah my shadow, my dear shadow. I should...”
– André Breton, from “The Forest in the Axe,” trans. Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow