“She turned to me and said, “hold me”. So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands.”
-Zachary K Douglas
— August 3, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries
To love someone is to simply turn around.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Lath
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
-J. L. Carr, from A Month in the Country
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏"
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing