A glimpse into the world proves that horror is nothing other than reality.
Alfred Hitchcock
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur Rimbaud
Daily he told me I was beautiful,
my breast cupped in his palm cured
me of any doubt. So you see why
I cannot gaze at my own nakedness.
Mirrors tell you nothing about love.
The tilted fir outside my window
stands taller than our house. Even if
I described each tuft, counted
branches, became its mirror,
you could never love it as I do,
understand how it kept me faithful,
stood watch with me when the other tree fell.
Doris Ferleger
To touch to touch
is all there is, all
there ever was. Yet
we are made afraid, dis-
trust what is most to us, spend
so much of what could have been
love, constructing an excuse for it,
some permissible context, some name,
until what is love is
not love is
no longer even rememberable, not song, but
more like a dove sound, like
that, that pressing of air in the throat.
And we are smothered by it, are
too much alone. Our song
is skin, we must sing,
must touch, it
is time.
David Franks
Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
Haruki Murakami
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
Chuck Palahniuk
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
DROWN
Last time we went swimming
the sea stood up and hugged you
as though you were responsible
for keeping it blue
Bianca Stewart
It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so.
Greta Christina
Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.
Agatha Christie
They came to sit & dangle their feet off the edge of the world & after awhile they forgot everything but the good & true things they would do someday.
Brian Andreas
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
William Blake
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Agatha Christie
