Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.
Get sleep, eat sushi, and take naps as needed.
— tips for living longer from the world’s oldest person (via jeou
The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it is the canvas upon which we paint our desires. Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence which we share and create.
— Frank Herbert, Children of Dune
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
— Pablo Neruda
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
I became so infatuated with the way that your lips formed each syllable, each word. That I did not realize, the words that once seemed so beautiful, would one day make me tremble at the thought that I allowed the beauty of your words to mask your true intentions.