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  • #1
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #2
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky
    “The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #3
    Jeanette Winterson
    “I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean?

    It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. LIke genius she is ignorant of what she does.”
    Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

  • #4
    Albert Camus
    “Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.”
    Albert Camus

  • #5
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky
    “To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
    tags: love

  • #6
    Albert Camus
    “When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.”
    Albert Camus, The First Man

  • #7
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “In love there are two things - bodies and words. ”
    Joyce Carol Oates
    tags: love

  • #8
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky
    “Existentialism isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn't exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #9
    Albert Camus
    “Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
    Albert Camus

  • #10
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “Loneliness is like starvation: you don't realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Faithless

  • #11
    Virginia Woolf
    “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #12
    Virginia Woolf
    “I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer? ”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #13
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #14
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.”
    Joyce Carol Oates

  • #15
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
    sylvia plath

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
    but
    I shall go on living.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #19
    Pablo Neruda
    “In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”
    Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “And that's why i have to go back
    to so many places
    there to find myself
    and constantly examine myself
    with no witness but the moon
    and then whistle with joy,
    ambling over rocks and clods of earth,
    with no task but to live,
    with no family but the road.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
    Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love.

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
    Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer
    Remember your hands; how did your lips
    Feel on mine?

    Because of you, I love the white statues
    Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
    Have neither voice nor sight.

    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes.

    Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
    My vague memory of you. I live with pain
    That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
    Make to me an irreperable harm.

    Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
    Vines on melancholy walls.

    I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
    Glimpse you in every window.

    Because of you, the heady perfumes of
    Summer pain me; because of you, I again
    Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
    Shooting stars, falling objects.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #23
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #24
    Jeanette Winterson
    “There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies”
    Jeanette Winterson, Art and Lies

  • #25
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.”
    Jeanette Winterson
    tags: love

  • #26
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “On some positions, cowardice asks the question, is it expedient? And then expedience comes along and asks the question, is it politic? Vanity asks the question, is it popular? Conscience asks the question, is it right?

    There comes a time when one must take the position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must do it because conscience tells him it is right.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #27
    Pablo Neruda
    “And I watch my words from a long way off.
    They are more yours than mine.
    They climb on my old suffering like ivy.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #28
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #29
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #30
    Dante Alighieri
    “The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.”
    Dante Alighieri



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