idyliss of glass

florizels:

“She was vaguely aware of it. The old feeling that she was to be a sacrifice to this love, which she had had when she prayed, was mingled in all her emotions. She did not at the bottom believe she would ever have him. She did not believe in herself primarily: doubted whether she could ever be what he would demand of her. Certainly she never saw herself living happily through a lifetime with him. She saw tragedy, sorrow, and sacrifice ahead. And in sacrifice she was proud, in renunciation she was strong, for she did not trust herself to support everyday life. She was prepared for the big things and the deep things, like tragedy. It was the sufficiency of small day-life she could not trust.”

— D. H. Lawrence, from Sons and Lovers

oftheorchids:

“[…] dark garden, dark garden, with your olives and your wine, your medlars and mulberries and many almond trees, your steep terraces ledged high up above the sea, I am leaving you, slinking out.”

— D. H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia

violentwavesofemotion:

“Just like you are, I want you like you are, your body has nothing to do with it, what does your body matter? It’s your luminosity, your magic, your energy, nothing in you is shadow, may the light in you live, I exist because you dreamed me palm to palm, I exist because at each instant you remake what isn’t sad in me. The vertigo of your existence, beloved.”

Hilda Hilst, from The Collected Short Stories & Writings; “Agda,” c. 1963

birsiyahhikayesi:

ecrituria:

“Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, ‘enriched’ by it all.”

— Paul Celan, from Speech on the Occasion of Receiving the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen.
(via xshayarsha)

rapacious-flesh:

“I am a law only for my kind, I am no law for all. But whoever belongs with me must have strong bones and light feet, be eager for war and festivals, not gloomy, no dreamer, as ready for what is most difficult as for his festival, healthy and wholesome. The best belongs to my kind and to me; and when one does not give it to us, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the strongest thoughts, the most beautiful women.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra