1
"In your heavenly eyes there is ecstasy I cannot even begin to perceive. There is incessant passion; there is, perhaps, godlike rapture." Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf
2
"Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought." —Vladimir Nabokov in a 1923 letter to his wife, Véra Nabokov
3
“I love you too much, Henry, and that is something to be feared, you know. I have come too close to you.” —Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller
4
"I, in a sense, am independent of you, just because the dependency reaches beyond all bounds. The either/or is too great. Either you are mine, in which case it’s good, or I lose you, in which case it’s not just bad but simply nothing. In that case there wouldn’t be any jealousy, no suffering, no anxiety—nothing. And there’s certainly something blasphemous about building so much on one person, and this is also the reason why fear creeps round the foundations. It’s not, however, so much the fear about you as the fear of daring to build like this at all." —Franz Kafka
5
"You have, by your tenderness and worth, twisted yourself more artfully round my heart than I supposed possible." —Mary Wollstonecraft in a letter to Gilbert Imlay (Paris, February 1794)
1
"In your heavenly eyes there is ecstasy I cannot even begin to perceive. There is incessant passion; there is, perhaps, godlike rapture." Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf
2
"Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought." —Vladimir Nabokov in a 1923 letter to his wife, Véra Nabokov
3
“I love you too much, Henry, and that is something to be feared, you know. I have come too close to you.” —Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller
4
"I, in a sense, am independent of you, just because the dependency reaches beyond all bounds. The either/or is too great. Either you are mine, in which case it’s good, or I lose you, in which case it’s not just bad but simply nothing. In that case there wouldn’t be any jealousy, no suffering, no anxiety—nothing. And there’s certainly something blasphemous about building so much on one person, and this is also the reason why fear creeps round the foundations. It’s not, however, so much the fear about you as the fear of daring to build like this at all." —Franz Kafka
5
"You have, by your tenderness and worth, twisted yourself more artfully round my heart than I supposed possible." —Mary Wollstonecraft in a letter to Gilbert Imlay (Paris, February 1794)
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