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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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- The Poetry of Sappho, Translated by Jim Powell

"the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you

and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world."

- Having a Coke with You, Frank O'Hara

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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness.

Anaïs Nin/Little Women/Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath/Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle/Holly Warburton, A Face in the Crowd

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I miss you more than I remember you

Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka | Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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"I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness."

"My delightful, my love, my life, I don’t understand anything: how can you not be with me? I’m so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul."

"My sweetheart, my love, my love, my love-do you know what–all the happiness of the world, the riches, power and adventures, all the promises of religions, all the enchantment of nature and even human fame are not worth your two letters."

"How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden, wonderful happiness how much I am all yours."

"I love you, my sun, my life, I love your eyes – closed – all the little tails of your thoughts, your stretchy vowels, your whole soul from head to heels."

"You wrote so well about yourself, my lovely: I saw you."

"My darling, today I love you so sweetly, so joyfully – you don’t know how…I dreamt of you last night – as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me…"

"But if you do not love me, tell me frankly. Sincerity above all! All the same:You are my happiness."

"I’m more than thinking about you – I’m living about you, my love, my happiness…"

"Today I can’t write about anything except my longing for you."

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? How strange that although my life’s work is moving a pen over paper, I don’t know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation – and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine – mounds of happiness...my inexplicable love."

- Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov//Paintings - Ron Hicks

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".. how words lose their meaning when you repeat them over and over.. "

- Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (July 1950-July 1953)

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A few years ago I listened to the song "Only girl" by Ari Weiss. I loved the lines and music. The way he wrote about his love stuck with me. I wanted to listen to more of his songs, but I found that he has only ever released this one song. I tried to find him on instagram and in his photos people had commented about his demise. I tried searching a bit more and came to know that he and his family had passed away in a plane crash.

This was a song that he wrote for his gf. The whole world felt so small to me at the moment, because a song written years before by an artist who passed away, has found me and has become one of my favorites.

It all feels so significant and precious. The art that we leave behind is important. After years someone will find it and you will be remembered.

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When Victor Hugo said "what a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!", and "The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved." When Tolstoy said "Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly."

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- On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

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"My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."

- Warsan Shire

"I wouldn’t trade my solitude for a little love. For a lot of love, yes. But a lot of love is itself a kind of solitude."

- Dulce María Loynaz

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"Sometimes faith feels too far away to be of any use a distant moon built from the prophets’ holy bones other times it’s so near I can hold it between my teeth"

- Tassiopeia, Kaveh Akbar

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"the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you

and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world."

- Having a Coke with You, Frank O'Hara

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"The tremendous world I have inside my head, but how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it."

- Franz Kafka

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all that came to my mind when I saw him was, "have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?."

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Vladimir Nabokov on his Letters to Vera:

"Kisses, my love, from your eyebrows down to your knees and back".

"My love, I seal you with six kisses: eyes, mouth … and the others I shan’t tell you."

"Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting".

"Kisses, my sweet, I kiss all possible and impossible little things – and then, very carefully – my Life!"

"Kisses, on your eyes – and further, along the black tape. Love you".

"… I kiss you – but won’t say where, there are no words for that".