Eternity buries itself in smaller things. How desperately I have wished for memories to be eternal, but eternity exists only insofar as it buries itself in smaller things. The photograph will exist longer than I can ever remember its being taken. Even the candle which burns exists longer than my recollection of the candle or… Continue reading Jacqueline Winter Thomas
I’m not sure what poetry is, although I’m good at finding it anywhere: in a conversation, in the lyrics of a tango, in books of metaphysics, in sayings, and even in some poems. — Jorge Luis Borges
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself. — Franz Kafka
I’m sorry this letter took so long to write. I didn’t have time to make it shorter. — Fyodor Dostoevsky
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? — Ernest Hemingway
I don’t know why we are here, but I’m pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves. — Ludwig Wittgenstein
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. — George Eliot
