Tomorrow you’ll forget that I have crowned you, that I burned my flowering soul with love, and the whirling carnival of trivial days will ruffle the pages of my books… Would the dry leaves of my words force you to a stop gasping for air? At least let me pave with a parting endearment your… Continue reading Vladimir Mayakovsky
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) published June 1st 1967.
How can one live with such a heart? Long ago I gave up singing to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled. One night I will say to it: Heart, be still, and it will. — Margaret Atwood, from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart,” Selected Poems II (1976-1986) (Houghton… Continue reading Margaret Atwood
Tell me what’s the difference / between hope and waiting / because my heart doesn’t know / It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting / It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope ― Anna Kamieńska , “DIfference,” Astonishments. (Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007)