“I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is

“Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.”

— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

Whoever first said that poetry is dead failed to provide the autopsy. If poetry is dead, what a rowdy and glorious ghost. Poetry haunts. Poetry permeates the walls we put up. Poetry startles us awake and into our own aliveness. Poetry rustles the hairs on the backs of our necks and chases us into more compassionate rooms. Though it is difficult to change a stubborn mind, poetry can change our hearts in an instant.

Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley, from How Poetry Can Change Your Heart

“And it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

“It makes me sad waking up alone when there’s someone willing to wake up with me”

— -3 am thoughts (via suspend)

“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”

— Unknown

“Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.””

— Virginia Woolf

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“At the end of a relationship, it is the one who is not in love that makes the tender speeches.”

— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love