The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait tr. by Carlos Fuentes
[ID: There is nothing absolute / Everything changes, everything / moves, everything re- / volves - everything / flies and goes away.]
Yes, I did write in my letter that I would wait for you forever. I didn’t mean exactly “forever,” I just included it for the rhythm.
— Dunya Mikhail, from “Non-Military Statements,” The War Works Hard tr. Elizabeth Winslow
“People usually fail when they are on the verge of success. So give as much care to the end as to the beginning; then there will be no failure.”
— Laozi, Daodejing, Feng & English tr. (Ch 64)
“Ne savez-vous point que vous êtes mon soleil pendant le jour et mon étoile pendant la nuit?”
“Know you not that you are my sun by day and my star by night?”
— Alexandre Dumas, La reine Margot
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Langston Hughes, from Selected Poems; “Quietness,”
“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.”
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via drearydoll)
/ˈmo͞onˌstrək/
adjective unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.
“Envy is nothing else but hatred, in so far as it is disposing a man to rejoice in another’s hurt, and to grieve at another’s advantage.”
— Baruch Spinoza, Ethics
“And we together sadly sank Into a reverie.”
— Emily Brontë, from A Day Dream
“There is a strange interdependence between thoughtlessness and evil.”
— Hannah Arendt, Eichmann in Jerusalem
The many wrongly addressed letters. Then the unsent ones. Followed by the unwritten ones. And at last — again — the poem: the breathed breve... a few syllables too long. — (Wave shorts. Wave troughs. No crests at all.)
– Paul Celan, trans. Pierre Joris