lápizdeluna

Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina tr. Philip Boehm

But it occurs to me that I was noted for my endurance of pain. For my ability to hold my hand over the flame longer than anyone else, without grimacing, without crying.

Christa Wolf, Cassandra tr. Jan van Heurck

I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn.

You have to go to the real world.

"You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."

― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

"You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way... You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you."

multitudes,

I’ll sing your song to myself in Italy. Me too.

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück