My Dear Melancholy

“It’s amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.”

“Sometimes I write drunk and revise sober, and sometimes I write sober and revise drunk. But you have to have both elements in creation — the Apollonian and the Dionysian, or spontaneity and restraint, emotion and discipline.”

“Time won’t make you forget, it will make you grow and understand things.”

“I want to show you every poem i wrote about what happened, every broken memory from what you did. Maybe then you’d get it. Maybe then you’d stop thinking I’m the one who hurt you”

““It will hurt, my love,” whispers the moon through the cold wind that bites into her skin. “But it will be worth it, this I promise you.””

“She had such a thirst for destruction,”

“Étrangement je n’ai versé aucune larme. Je n’ai rien ressenti , ou presque. J’ai eu l’impression que rien ne pouvait plus me détruire , rien ne pouvais plus m’obscurcir. Que la vie s’était comme arrêtée. Sans doute parce que j’avais déjà tout donné , que j’avais déjà tout essayé. Que rien ne pouvait plus marcher , que mon coeur était déjà brisé et qu’il ne s’était jamais réparé.”

“Plus je stagne à tes côtés , moins je m’aime.”