“IPHIGENIA : I Shall Wash Blood With Blood To Get Rid Of The Defilement—”

“It is madness to hate all roses because you got scratched with one thorn.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupére 

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

“If I can feel all this there must be something good in the universe…”

— Ezra Pound, from Poems And Translations (via violentwavesofemotion)

“Tell me, How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?”

— Euripides, Medea

“I bloom within myself, inwardly,”

— Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “The Fig,”

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (London, beginning of January 1874)

“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via drearydoll)

Virginia Woolf ― Orlando: A Biography

“Find out what makes you kinder, what opens you up and brings out the most loving, generous, and unafraid version of you―and go after those things as if nothing else matters. Because, actually, nothing does.”

— George Saunders

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]