— C. G. Jung, Man And His Symbols; “The Oracle Dream”

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. April 1929, featured in Selected Diaries

“i thirst for you. don’t walk away from me. tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do. tell me about the you i love, the one who’s a little shivery. let yourself go. don’t force yourself on me, just because you don’t want to worry or help me. when you strip in front of me, i finally understand why i was born. i love you.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131]

And then—you walked in.

You, with your glittering chaos.

The oracle who keeps unfolding

Can I still be good and want you?

“The bowl of wild roses. The English knives and forks. Greek cigarettes. The battered and sea-stained notebook in which I rough out my poems.”

— Lawrence Durrel, from Prospero’s Cell: and Reflections on a Marine Venus (1945)

I like my body when it’s with your body

be the surreal nonsense you wish to see in the world

30 March, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)