"Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves. We must learn to respect them. We must learn to listen."

Sarah Ban Breathnach

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Jalouse N°25 | 1998Enoshima by Louis Decamps

Jalouse N°25 | 1998
Enoshima by Louis Decamps

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"More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone."

Paula McLain, The Paris Wife 

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"Since I love you (and I do love you, you stupid one, as the sea loves a pebble in its depths, this is just how my love engulfs you - and may I in turn be the pebble with you, if Heaven permits), I love the whole world and this includes your left shoulder, no, it was first the right one so I kiss it if I feel like it (and if you are nice enough to pull the blouse away from it) and this also includes your left shoulder and your face above me and my resting on your almost bare breast. And that’s why you’re right in saying that we were already one and I’m not afraid of it, rather it is my only happiness and my only pride. This is the reason why I’m so grateful (to you and to everything) and it is therefore natural that by your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free, and this is also why, after this realization, I have renounced all other life. Look into my eyes!"

Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena 

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"I could build cities on the earth in your eyes
if you let my hands
draw the landscape of your jawbone and trace
the river that runs down your cheeks
and splays into a delta
in the pools of your collarbones.
I didn’t go to school for this
but when I saw your face
I wondered if architecture was
sleeping latent in my bones.
I wondered if I was born to know
the blueprints of you."

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"There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart."

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