-Virginia Woolf, From A Letter To Vanessa Bell Written C. August 1908

Here is my hand, he said Here is my hand that will not harm you.

— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”

Paul Guest, from 1987 // Carol Rifka Blunt from, Tell the wolves I am home.

We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Why it's always I will kill for you love or I will die for you love but why not I will live for you my love

-Vladimir Nabokov, from letter to Vera Nabokov dated July 1923, featured in Letters to Vera

-Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

The most toughest part in any relation is give up,giving up on that person you once gave the world to. You stop giving explanation, you stop expecting things and even though you want to you just stop yourself from going near that person because you know doesn't matter how much you love them or how many times you forgive them, when you will leave because of the pain they cause you they will not even stop you. Their's some silence in the conversation and some words behind the silence which you both don't listen to anymore or don't tend to listen. Sometimes your heart wants to give them the explanation, wants to tell them each and every thing running through your mind but... But you don't cause you know it will not change a single thing so you backspace the whole paragraph and let them be in peace and that's my friend is the most broken part.

The movie in my mind is blue-- As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

- from June to December : Summer Villanelle

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Lath