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Isn’t everything we do in life, we do so that we can be loved a little more?

Celine, Before Sunrise (via grabbelton)

#quotes #love #before sunrise

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There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

#frida kahlo #diego rivera

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“They say that extroverts are unhappier than introverts and have to compensate for this by constantly proving to themselves how happy and contented and at ease with life they are.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello

#paulo coelho #quotes #the witch of portobello

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#sylvia plath

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From Wuthering Heights

#wuthering heights #quotes #emily bronte

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“There's unconditional love there. You hear that phrase a lot but it's real with me and her [June Carter]. She loves me in spite of everything, in spite of myself. She has saved my life more than once. She's always been there with her love, and it has certainly made me forget the pain for a long time, many times. When it gets dark and everybody's gone home and the lights are turned off, it's just me and her.” 

#johnny cash #june carter

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Drawing on previously unavailable documents and private papers, including Assia's diaries and her intimate correspondence with Hughes, this book shows the vital influence Assia exerted on the poet and his work, and the uneasy life they shared under the long shadow of Plath. A Lover of Unreason is the first-ever full-length biography of Assia Wevill. It casts a keen light, and explores the emergence of a singular twentieth-century woman. Three-times divorcée, career woman, mistress, and single mother, Assia Wevill openly defied the conventions of a censorious pre-feminist Britain and mesmerized men and women alike with her quick-mind and exotic beauty.

#sylvia plath #assia wevill #ted hughes #lover of unreason

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Ted Hughes is the most despised poet on American campuses…

#sylvia plath #poets #ted hughes #artists

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“I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

#fitzgerald #quotes #f. scott fitzgerald

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One afternoon in the late winter of 1961, while Hadley Richardson was vacationing at a ranch in Arizona with her second husband, she got a call from her first husband, Ernest Hemingway. Though the writer had spoken to Richardson rarely since their divorce in 1927, and seen her just once in 22 years, she remained his most enduring muse — the model for the alluring but wounded Hemingway heroine — and recently, he'd been thinking about her a lot. He was working on a memoir of their years together in Paris, and he asked her a few questions about details he couldn't recall. It was a warm conversation, filled with shared memories of their youthful union and delight in their grown son, Jack.

Still, when Richardson hung up, she burst into tears. She heard something in his voice that profoundly disturbed her; she heard hollowness and defeat and despair. She knew the long decline that had begun when he left her for another woman so long ago had finally run its course, that he was moving closer to the moment when he would end his life.

A few months later—on July 2, 50 years ago Saturday — when Hemingway shot himself to death in the foyer of the Ketchum, Idaho, home he shared with his fourth wife, Mary, it was the culmination of decades of loss, of dying passion and diminished creativity — conditions he always associated with his betrayal of Richardson. "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her," he wrote unforgettably in "A Moveable Feast," his lyrical memoir of their marriage and the last thing he worked on before his death.

#ernest hemingway #Hadley Hemingway #paris without end #paris

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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Kurt Vonnegut

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"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” - Frida Kahlo

#frida kahlo #art

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After another moment’s silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

Albert Camus

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#michelle+williams #ryan gosling #blue valentine #love

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“Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.”  ― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

#the paris wife #Hadley Richardson #hadley hemingway #ernest hemingway #hemingway #a moveable feast #paris #1920s

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It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.” Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley (from the Paris Wife)

#Hadley Richardson #ernest hemingway #hadley hemingway #the paris wife #paula mclain #quotes #love

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“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”

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#sylvia plath #the bell jar #quotes #life