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Quote by Emily Dickinson

“I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still.”

Book:Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

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Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was a renowned American poet of the 19th century, known for her unique poetic style and profound introspection. Her poetry is characterized by its concise form and philosophical language, often exploring themes such as life, death, nature, and religion. more

“I keep hoping that I’ll come up with something. To express the love of two lovers by the marriage of two complementary colours, their blending and their contrast, the mysterious vibrations of related tones. To express that thought of a brow by the radiance of a light tone against a dark background. To express hope by some star. Someone’s passion by the radiance of the setting sun.”

Letters Colors Van Gogh

Book:The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh

Source: The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh

“I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting; even so, when I then want to raise my eyes to your face, in the middle of the letter -fire breaks out and I see nothing but fire.”

Letters

Book:Letters to Milena

Source: Letters to Milena

“Y, sin embargo, mentiría si dijera que la extraño. Es el hechizo más perfecto y más doloroso. Usted está aquí, igual que yo y con mayor intensidad aún; allí donde yo estoy, está usted, como yo y más intensamente aún. No bromeo. A veces imagino que usted -que está aquí- extraña mi presencia y pregunta: "¿Pero dónde está? ¿Acaso no escribía diciendo que estaba en Merano? [...] El día es tan corto. Transcurre y termina con usted y fuera de usted sólo hay unas pocas nimiedades. Apenas me queda un rato para escribirle a la verdadera Milena, porque la Milena más verdadera aún ha estado aquí todo el día, en la habitación, en el balcón, en las nubes.”

Letters Spanish

Author:Franz Kafka

“I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.”