“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
—Andre Breton
June 2012
“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.”
—Anaïs Nin
“My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing.” —Rilke
telling me I am made of longing.” —Rilke
Oh, nostalgia
you will be the death of me
“I’ve a mad, sensuous love affair with words; our dancing more like capering, our tongues sensibly twisted, sweating punctuation as we move to the vibrant rhythm of twenty-six heartbeats.”
—Laurel Wolfe
