June 2013
“I live on the edge of a sleepy soul, a moist rose, and an infinite lilac sky beneath my chin.”
—M. Melia, The Unravelling Travelogue (via bebemoon)
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close”
—Pablo Neruda (via cuadernillodereciclaje)
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“Mi esperanza más antigua es ésta (infantil, increíble): un encuentro con alguien que me haga sentir que vive, que somos dos, sin que tengamos que recurrir a la mediación del lenguaje oral.”
—Alejandra Pizarnik (Diarios)
“Más allá de la oreja existe un sonido, la extremidad de la mirada un aspecto, las puntas de los dedos un objeto: es allí a donde voy. La punta del lápiz el trazo. Donde expira un pensamiento hay una idea, en el último suspiro de alegría otra alegría, en la punta de la espalda magia: es allí a donde voy. En la punta del pie el salto. Parece historia de alguien que fue y no volvió: es allí a donde voy. ¿ O no voy? Voy, sí. Y vuelvo para ver cómo están las cosas. Si continúan mágicas. ¿Realidad? Te espero. Es allí a donde voy.”
—Clarice Lispector
“I want you because there aren’t any good words for who you are. The only ones that come to mind are earnest, sad clichés like ‘amazing’ and ‘magnetic’ and ‘fascinating’ and I don’t want to use them, but on the other hand they are the only words, and cliché or not they are honest words and I’m not sure consulting a thesaurus at this point would be genuine. And it’s not that I want you officially, like I want your last name or your Sunday mornings or your hard shiny promise, I just want to absorb you. I want to know what you know, want to hear your stories, want to filter through them gently and get lost in them, them and the soft hypnosis of your hands in my hair.”
—Mila Jaroniec (via ihatenietzsche)
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”
—― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
May 2013
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”
—Hermann Hesse (via elle-emeno-pee)
“Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via 144-000)
