You said I killed you-haunt me, then! Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. (Thomas Cautley Newby December 1847)
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars–on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. ― Robert Frost, from “Desert Places,” The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. (Holt Paperbacks; 2 Revised edition April 1, 2002)
What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin– to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it. — Henry… Continue reading Henry Miller
Before you came, things were as they should be: the sky was the dead-end of sight, the road was just a road, wine merely wine. Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns… — Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from “Before… Continue reading Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours. — Virginia Woolf, The Hours. (Picador November 1, 2002) Originally published November 1998.
My hands lifted it up and I gazed as if the sea were alive in that single drop, as if amid the struggle of the earth and the waters one flower were to raise a small banner of blue flame, of irresistible peace, of indomitable purity.… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder. — Edvard Munch