Who are you, lovely vision of the night? Near you I'm turned to marble, burned to ashes. My longing chills me, — terror fires the soul; My love is blended hate and sorcery. Who am I now?
— Henrik Ibsen [more quotes here]
Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would be almost easy to live.
— Albert Camus [more quotes here]
Twenty hours have gone since I last wrote. I have been thinking of you. I shall think of you until I post this, and until you get it. Can you feel, as you read these words, that I am thinking of you now; aglow, alive, alert at the thought that you are in the same world, and by some strange change loving me.
— Chris Barker [more quotes here]
So much for the gods and their
static demands. our demands, former
demands, death patterns
obscure as fragments of an
archaeology, these frescoes
on a crumbling temple
wall we look at now and can scarcely
piece together
history
is over, we take place
in a season, an undivided
space, no necessities
hold us closed, distort
us. I lean behind you, mouth touching
your spine, my arms around
you, palm above the heart,
your blood insistent under
my hand, quick and mortal."
— Margaret Atwood [more quotes here]