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1. Word of Honor/山河令 // 2. Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities // 3. 胡夏 , 覆水 // 4. Richard Jackson, Basic Algebra // 5. Salma Deera, Letters from Medea // 6. 周深, 大魚 // 7. Dusty Springfield, You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me // 8. 肖战, 踩影子 // 9. Mary Oliver, Summer Story // 10. Word of Honor/山河令

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Interactive :: House Saints by Hala Alyan

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“I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”

— Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born”

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“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski (via quotefeeling)

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Louise Glück, from “Matins.”

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“I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.”

— Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

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“I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”

— Yann Martel, Life of Pi

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“Still, I refuse to regret you. I hope the stars are glowing wherever you are.”

— Jessica Therese, from ‘A Different Kind of Heartbreak’

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“I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.”

— Marcel Proust, in a letter to Anatole France, from Selected Letters: 1880-1903

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“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via coral)

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“I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year;”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (XXVII) in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”

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Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.

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“We were just young and in love. Thats how all great stories start, and how all these tragedies end.”

— here’s to the ones that dream for a better end | letters of a lost love.//t.c

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“Falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.”

— Nathaniel Orion G. K.

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Atticus

[Text ID: my darling,/you will never be unloved by me/you are too well tangled in my soul.]

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Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.

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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (first published 1914)