"I feel very special about you. I suspect it’s your face…but then, it’s your manner, your intuitive kindness and sensitivity. Ah that isn’t quite…You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange. What kinder gift can someone give another one? Is all this mere eloqeunce…or simple humanity…simple love. Love, perhaps, should always be this simple."
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anthony Hecht, dated May 1961 (via petrichour)
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"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)
"I wish I could take you away, go away with you."
— Marguerite Duras, from The Lover (via violentwavesofemotion)
"She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone."
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via wordsnquotes)
"It’s wonderful to have somebody who sustains you, I realize that now more strongly than ever — it’s so rare, so precious."
— Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre (via violentwavesofemotion)
to the blank space where
his consciousness is, moving towards her."
— Anne Carson, from Autobiography Of Red (via violentwavesofemotion)
"You make me happy but that doesn’t mean I own any of you."
— Anne Sexton in a letter to Anthony Hecht (via violentwavesofemotion)
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"And words, little words,
words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing
but soothing nonetheless."
— Richard Siken, from The Torn-Up Road (via violentwavesofemotion)