Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
1834"Gradually, but deliberately…I have made myself into a machine. I have done it deliberately—in order to endure, in order not to feel. I have deliberately killed my senses—I have deliberately died […]" - T.S. Eliot, from Selected Letters
460"I cannot live without you, and I don’t intend to bloody well try ever again. You are my inspiration, my hope, my whole hope, the oxygen in my blood." - Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh
401"I adore you so. You’re so original. The way you make absolutely no attempt to hide your darling feelings is so adorable!" - Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh
341"You are all over me, in sorrow or in joy, all of the time – Oh yes in drunkenness too, in conversation, in work, with every breath and heart-beat." - Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh
861"I do not think there is a solitary second when my mind is not completely buried in you […]" - Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh
882"And all I have to tell you that I can write is that I love you." - Ernest Hemingway from a letter dated August 1965
5170"It is allowed to invent new verbs?
I want to create one for you: I sky you, so that my wings may stretch out enormously, to love you without boundaries." - Frida Kahlo, from Passionate Letters, Abscondita (2002)

(Source: volaream, via poemsofthequiet)

699"Alone and yet so infinitely close to you." - Vivien Leigh, from a letter to Jack Merivale
500"Now there is only one demand, and that is to be alive; there to give life, there to receive life, and there to let it hurt, and there to let it feel good. To dare, my love." - Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann
572"…I foresee the day when I shall have gone too far into myself that there will no longer be anything to be seen of me at all." - Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf
399"You will always know what I am saying even if I do not." - Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller
785"I do not need to return. I will find you everywhere. You alone can go wherever I go, into the same mysterious regions. You too know the language of the nerves. You will always know what I am saying even if I do not." - Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller
1166"I am never not thinking of you." - Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters
4510"I’ve been quite miserable. You’d call me selfish — but I feel it more and more; I feel the need to be alone with people who understand without having to try. I need that sense of effortlessness right there — I just refuse to hold back these days. I refuse to settle for some lucidity of mind in my own privacy and then no more energy left, no more vitality left to keep me going. It’s all anxiety and restlessness. And — I find it more and more hard to waste my time on people I don’t truly care about for I feel they don’t care enough either. Or they do care, in their own way, but it’s just not meaningful to me whatsoever. Does it all lie in my complete inability to receive? At any rate, I think they surely like the idea — that’s why they obviously keep coming around for tea! But at this point, I can’t have that — and there’s no point, really, for they don’t understand, ever, and in all my misery I am still pretty arrogant and demanding enough to believe that it is my right to wish to be felt rather than be understood but that doesn’t seem to happen either. So, here it is: is it possible? I ask. Is “emotion” possible without “understanding” of some sort?" - Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters
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