here outside

— Taylor Swift, “New Year’s Day”

“But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given?”

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

“Love makes me forget myself sometimes. I am horribly angry, I am sick with it, my vomit turns black, but this love. I can’t explain it, beyond that it is exactly.”

— Rebecca Tamás, “Interrogations"

“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.”

— Anaïs Nin, “Henry and June”

“Do you imagine at night someone going to bed the very moment you are going to bed? Turning out the light? And isn’t it so quiet you swear the heart is telepathic. Isn’t it– “

— Beckian Fritz Goldberg, “Eros in His Striped Shirt”

“I know, I know and you know, we knew, we did not know, we were there, after all, and not there and at times when only the void stood between us we got all the way to each other.”

— Paul Celan, So Many Constellations

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “Babii Yar”

“How strange we are. How different we are from how we think we are. We fall out of love only to fall in love with a duplicate of what we’ve left, never understanding that we love what we love and that it doesn’t change.”

— Sara Majka, “Saint Andrews Hotel”

“On the way back, you asked why it took so long for me to say I love you? Well, have you ever broken a bone?”