Brightstar; John Keats

It's not that I desire your return; it is an inevitable longing to engage in conversation once more. I don't know if it is because of my loneliness, or it's my memories which play games with me, perhaps its because back in time when we were kids, maybe we were the sole bearers of understanding the complex notion of love and were outlawed from the company of the world because we understood it.

Jay Vespertine; Wildest Dreams

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“No indeed my mind is more agreeably engaged. I’ve been meditating on the very great pleasure of which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”

“And may one dare ask who’s are the eyes that inspire these reflections?”

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet”

- Mr Darcy

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How slow life seems to me,

How violent the hope of love can be.

musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

—  Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”

— Mark Helprin