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quotes every fourth hour • created and curated with love by @reduxroyal

“—the water, which was warm, with a velvet softness about it, the phosphorescence gleaming like a shower of stars—” –Daphné du Maurier


“I look at you and I dream of snow, I look at you and I await autumn.” –Adonis


“Your beauty lives in mystic melodies, And all the light about you breathes a song.” –Sara Teasdale


“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.” –Cathrynne M


“Perhaps I wish to say: Look behind you. You are not alone. Don’t permit yourself to be ambushed. Watch out for the snakes. Get back on the horse that threw you.” –Margaret Atwood


"i am crowded by your absence." –Mallory Pearson


“My son, tell them the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.” –Ocean Vuong


“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.” –Angela Jackson


"Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?" –Tyler Knott Gregson


“I store up nights against you. Heavy with shut-flower’s nightmares.” –Mina Loy


“We are covered with stars. Feel how light they are, our lives.” –Lisel Mueller


“I wish I could say that the wolves don’t chase me anymore. I wish I could tell you that I became the sun like I always wanted. I’m not sure the sky even has room for me anymore.” –Allison Morgan


“All I know is a door into the dark.” –Seamus Heaney


“Reading a poem is like walking on silence—on volcanic silence. We feel the historical ground; the buried life of words.” –Geoffrey Hartman


“I think too much of whys and wherefores; too much of myself.” –Virginia Woolf


“Do not resent my growth…” –Anne Sexton


"I fell toward mourning, as one who falls wounded by a sword." –Pablo Neruda


“we sleep and are awake / we dream and are not here;” –H.D.


“He turned on her cheek the heat of love, its horror, its cruelty, its unscrupulosity. It scorched her.” –Virginia Woolf


“The true love is a burning stillness.” –Giuseppe Ungaretti


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