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Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery - Anne Sexton
78"I feel quite strange. I feel as though I were some other person, in a kingdom of shadows, and can’t believe I’ll ever return to being a creature of flesh and blood. It’s funny, when I think about him I think also that if I meet up with him again, it’ll be a shadow — a meeting of shadows. But if I think about seeing you again, then life fills me anew — there’ll be earth and light again, and you’ll never be a shadow." -  Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
81"There’s a regular pattern now: in the morning the day begins calmly, then by the evening I’m sunk in melancholy or pathos — but always on the edge of tears or beyond. Paris is fantastically beautiful during all this period — not gloomy, but deeply and purely tragic — and especially this evening, when there was a first winter fog. I once more became the impersonal consciousness of a great cataclysm — and that stopped my tears." - Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
98"We truly are just one person, you and I, and that’s a fantastic power. And when I feel it as I do now, I can envisage absolutely anything." - Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
260"I find it hard to bear the idea of living any longer without you. I miss you so much, I’ll just waste away and die." - Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
357"I’m mutilated without you, my love. It’s not exactly painful, but it’s sad. In the whole world, there’s only you who count for me." - Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
242"You don’t know where to place a desire — everything’s impossible." - Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
330"It gets worse steadily—your being away. All the sleeping draughts and the irritants have worn off, and I’m settling down to wanting you, doggedly, dismally, faithfully—I hope that pleases you. It’s damned unpleasant for me, I can assure you." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
193"I feel dissipated and aimless for some reason. Then it’s you being away—I am at the mercy of people, of moods, feel lonely, like something pitiable which can’t make its wants known." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
358"But my love for you remains hot and strong: yours for me thin and weak." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell
91"Oh I’m so sick of teaing dining, reading writing and everything, except seeing—well it is you, I admit. Yes it will be nice—yes it will: And shall you be very kind to me?" - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
158"And isn’t there something obscure in you? There’s something that doesn’t vibrate in you: It may be purposely—you dont let it: but I see it with other people, as well as with me: something reserved, muted—God knows what. It’s in your writing too, by the bye. The thing I call central transparency—sometimes fails you there too." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
927"I feel entirely dehumanised by the sun now, and wish for fog, snow, rain, humanity." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Edward Sackville-West
351"There’s no one I should mind finding me out so much as you." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
377"I do feel that love is such a horror I would advise anyone to break off." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Stratchey
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