May 2013
41 posts
We were not lovers, we were love.
– Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via weissewiese)
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
– Plato (via lyssahumana)
Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
– Mary Rakow (via penseesduchoeur)
Like so many of us, she was happy when intoxicated, either by liquor or through...
– Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe, 1998 (via penseesduchoeur)
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
– Vladimir Nabokov, trilingual writer that understood the very different personalities of the languages he spoke. (via penseesduchoeur)
She was as simple and delicious as a hard boiled egg: a complete meal in itself.
– Jonathan Carroll (via thatkindofwoman)
April 2013
38 posts
We start transparent, and then the cloud thickens. To escape is vain.
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via violentwavesofemotion)
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
– Eduardo Galeano (via machoturbo)