Everything collapses in pain. All eloquence springs from pain.
Roberto Bolaño, from 2666 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
— Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book Of Hours (via violentwavesofemotion)
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quixotic [kwik-sot-ik]
(adjective) In our list of most interesting words, quixotic is the most romantic in every sense. To be quixotic means to be excessively romantic and chivalrous; illogical, idealistic, overall dreamy. It is viewed as an over-idealism filled with absurdity.  (via wordsnquotes)
                                         What makes us leave what we love best?
What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself
When we need it most,
That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake
And holds us flush there
                                    until we begin to love it
And have to begin again?
What is it within our own lives we decline to live
Whenever we find it,
                                     making our days unendurable,
And nights almost visionless?
I still don’t know yet, but I do it.
— Charles Wright, “25 – 29 August 1984,” The World of the Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990. Farrar, Straus and Giroux (September 1, 1991)
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The writing of poems
and the living of life
seem to require
paying hard attention
to any and everything,
and experiencing
a kind of mental orgasm.
Yikes! Do I
mean that?
Unfortunately, I’m afraid
I did, dipped to scoop
an idea from the roadside,
the mental roadside.

'First Draft' : Collected Poems by Ron Padgett

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Tags: the greys
I am my time
— by Kripi 
But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing —
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