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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #2
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #3
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #4
    Emily Brontë
    “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #5
    Emily Brontë
    “If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #6
    Emily Brontë
    “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #7
    André Aciman
    “We had the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #8
    André Aciman
    “And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #9
    André Aciman
    “Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225)”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #10
    André Aciman
    “We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #11
    Sappho
    “someone will remember us
    I say
    even in another time”
    Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

  • #12
    Pablo Neruda
    “As if you were on fire from within.

    The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #13
    Richard Siken
    “All night I streched my arms across
    him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
    with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe.
    Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
    like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
    to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
    me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
    his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #14
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
    Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #15
    Paul Kalanithi
    “Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #16
    Paul Kalanithi
    “Science may provide the most useful way to organize empirical, reproducible data, but its power to do so is predicated on its inability to grasp the most central aspects of human life: hope, fear, love, hate, beauty, envy, honor, weakness, striving, suffering, virtue.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #17
    William Shakespeare
    “What's past is prologue.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest
    tags: past



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