The Pale Poetics Volume I: The Philosophy of Affection An ode to lovers & dreamers
“He has the bones of Michelangelo’s David and the eyes of Casanova. His skin is a pale museum of constellations disinterred from Van Gogh’s Starry Night. His hair, gleaming with reflections as Monet’s Water Lilies. His lips; my Wilde gravestone. And his kisses; a Schiele collection.” — Maeve Melia
“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.” — Victor Hugo
✩*☾✩*☾ دست هایم هنوز بوی خوش نفست را دارند my hands still have the scent of your breaths
“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.” — Frida Kahlo
بر لبه ی روحم آویخته شد و،تکه ای ابر از آسمان سقوط کرد وجدانم را در اقیانوس ژرف دیدگانت غرق کرد
“A piece of cloud fell from the sky and hung from the edge of my soul, drowning my conscience in the deep ocean of your eyes.” —Maeve Melia
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“Your voice reverberated against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration.” — Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller
“He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.” — Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo
“Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.” — Kenneth Rexroth
“Je t’aime trop pour te laisser croire que je pourrais me passer de toi. Que tu me trompes, je m’en fous. Tant que t’as la sincérité de me le dire. Que tu me caches, je m’en fous, tant que tu viens me retrouver même pour une minute, même pour une seconde. La patience me va, et en t’attendant, c’est tout ton corps que je récite par coeur, tes bras si doux, tes lèvres, l’odeur de tes cheveux. Et tes genoux. Dire que même de tes genoux, je suis amoureux.” — La Belle Personne, de Christophe Honoré
“We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, becomes your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.” —Ernest Hemingway in Midnight in Paris
“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.” — Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You
☽ *✩ the sun was conceived in your eyes ✩* ☾
“I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks; I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.” — Juliet Marillier
“I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your heartbreak. I love everything about you.” ― Penzima, from Encanta
“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.” ―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace.
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