If you can
love without politeness or delicacy,
the fox says, love her with your wolf heart.
— Jack Gilbert, from “How to Love the Dead”
Maren Slettvold by Beck Rocchi
Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, First Blood
Cindy Crawford, Hawaii 1988 by Herb Ritts
les yeux d’Elsa
1985, Louise Bertaux, Portrait with Veil, Chapeau en soie Vénus et Neptune (Silk Hat), Paris.
Why didn’t it happen between us? Why did I fail? Why did you come close enough… and not closer ?
— Tennessee Williams, Summer and Smoke
Josie Canseco was shot by Billy Kidd.
Rayne Ivanushka by Michal Rzepecki
Marianna Kushnerova, 1972.
What’s wrong with us.
Fog of war.
Why are we at war.
Because I don’t want to give up.
Your so-called freedom.
Our so-called love.
— Anne Carson, from ‘The Beauty of the Husband’
She uses a knife for punctuation.
— American Surrealist poet, J. Karl Bogartte | from “Auré”
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
— William Faulkner, from Light in August
Re-create yourselves: and let this be your best creation.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It’s the natural order.
— Samuel Beckett
Because you are alive, everything is possible.
— Thích Nhất Hạnh
A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
— Goethe, Faust
Calm down, my Sorrow, we must move with care. / You called for evening; it descends, it’s here.
— Charles Baudelaire, “Meditation,”
Lolita au château, photographed by Dominique Issermann, Vogue Paris, 1994
by Anvar Norov
by Nicole Bentley
Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality
— Viktor E. Frankl