lou.

you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.

it might be that they love each other too much. that they scare each other senseless.

"tomorrow, at dawn, in the hour when the countryside becomes white, I will leave. 
          
          you see, i know that you are waiting for me,
          
          i will go by the forest, i will go by the mountain. 
          
          i cannot stay far from you any longer.
          
          i will walk eyes fixed on my thoughts, 
          
          without seeing anything outside, nor hearing any noise,
          
          alone, unknown, the back curved, the hands crossed, sad, and the day for me will be like the night.
          
          i will not look at the gold of the evening which falls, nor the faraway sails descending towards harfleur,
          
          and when i arrive, i will place on your tomb
          
          a bouquet of green holly and of flowering heather."
          
          — victor hugo; tomorrow at dawn

"and I drink to you-
          
          to the lying lips that have betrayed us,
          
          to the dead-cold eyes,
          
          to the fact that the world is brutal and coarse
          
          to the fact that God did not save us."
          
          — anna akhmatova; a toast

"you don’t get to die
          
          and be reborn the same.
          
          you come back, 
          
          but you come back wrong.”
          
          — nathaniel orion g. k.

“you are free to cry — this air was made for the echoing of songs.”
          
          — anna akhmatova; the return

“it pleases you? well, then, let the crowds protest and spit upon the shrine where burns your fire blessed.”
          
          — alexander pushkin; to a poet

“i loved you; even now I must confess, some embers of my love their fire retain.”
          
          — alexander pushkin; i love you

“how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?”
          “i prefer to think of it…as redistribution of matter.”
          
          — donna tart; the secret history

“if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o’clock, you hardly think what you’re going to feed the corpse for dinner.”
          
          — donna tart; the secret history