▼Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via c-ovet)
My heart born naked
was swaddled in lullabies.
Later alone it wore
poems for clothes.
Like a shirt
I carried on my back
the poetry I had read.
So I lived for half a century
until wordlessly we met.
From my shirt on the back of the chair"
I learn tonight
how many years
of learning by heart
I waited for you.▼John Berger (via observando)
"I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups."▼The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Aimee Bender (via check-your-pockets-chimney-child)
"The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking."▼Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)
"But this dark is deep:
now I warm you with my blood, listen
to this flesh.
It is far truer than poems."▼Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem of the End” (translated by Elaine Feinstein)