“My tenderest kisses, beloved little being — I dreamt about you.”
— Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), Friday [7 July 1939], Amiens, in “Letters To Sartre”, translated by Quintin Hoare
“If by romantic they mean someone who dreams, I am a romantic, but I shall keep my crown of dreams a secret.”
— Anais Nin, 1917
The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait tr. by Carlos Fuentes
[ID: There is nothing absolute / Everything changes, everything / moves, everything re- / volves - everything / flies and goes away.]
Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “The Garden”
“She never forgot that day; it was so bright and golden and fair, so free from shadow and so lavish of blossom.”
― L. M. Montgomery, from “Anne of Green Gables.”
Cecília Meireles, from "In Autumn, My Heart," featured in Antologia poética
Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929
“Find out what makes you kinder, what opens you up and brings out the most loving, generous, and unafraid version of you―and go after those things as if nothing else matters. Because, actually, nothing does.”
— George Saunders
I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
ancient greek word of the night: νυκτόμαντις (nyktomantis), one who prophesies by night
Sylvia Plath