I Love You, I Love You More Than You Can Imagine, Even Supposing That You Suppose Infinity. Only I Understand

“I love you, I love you more than you can imagine, even supposing that you suppose infinity. Only I understand how I love you.”

— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. October 1837 (via violentwavesofemotion)

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via freelance-philosopher)

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Saul Bellow, Conversations (via quotespile)

“I rather would consort with spirits.”

— Lord Byron, Cain: A Mystery

John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation.

Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via philosophybits)