golden soul/s
"Please don’t, above all,
plant me in your heart.

I grow too quick.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets To Orpheus
"And how people who went out of their houses whole
are given back in the evening like small change.”
Yehuda Amichai, ”Of Three or Four in a Room”\
"I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”
Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre
"Dear Mrs Woolf

(That appears to be the suitable formula.)

I regret that you have been in bed, though not with me—(a less suitable formula.)”
— Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 18 August 1933 
"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 
"Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children 
"I love you more than any human being, any anything.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters