Anton Chekhov
I kept thinking how marvelous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest. — Anton Chekhov
Month: February 2021
Leonard Nathan
There’s nothing leftexcept what you areand that tugs insistentlydownward toward the moth shadowsof sleep. Good morning! —Leonard Nathan, from “Something Happens And,” Holding Patterns (University of Pittsburg Press, 1982)
Stephen Richards
Never cry for the same reason twice. — Stephen Richards
Jack Gilbert
The Great Fires Love is apart from all things.Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.It is not the body that finds love.What leads us there is the body.What is not love provokes it.What is not love quenches it.Love lays hold of everything we know.The passions which are called lovealso change everything to a newnessat first.… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
Ingeborg Bachmann
After this delugeI wish to see the dovesaved,nothing but the dove. I would drown in this seaif it did not fly away,if it did not return with the leafin the final hour. – Ingeborg Bachmann, “After this Deluge.” Jacket 18, August 2002.
Ray Bradbury
But souls can’t be sold. They can only be lost and never found again. ― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight. (Pocket Books April 12, 2000) Originally published September 1976.
Charles Baudelaire
Swan-white of heart; I smile not ever neither do I weep.I am as lovely as a dream in stone.” —Charles Baudelaire, from “Beauty,” Complete Poems (Routledge, 2002)
Arthur Conan Doyle
Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him. ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles. (Signet; Reprint edition July 1, 2001) Originally published April 1st 1902.
Mary Ruefle
On sunny daysEach tree is a glittering chandelier. —Mary Ruefle, from “The Letter,” Post Meridian (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2000)
Charles Bukowski
we’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care . — Charles Bukowski, “feet to the fire,” New Poems: Book Three. (Virgin Books May 6, 2004)
The Vale of Soul-Making 