passion – secretive dreams

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

Oscar Wilde

“…there’s nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul…”

— James Joyce, from The Complete Works; “Ulysses,” (edited excerpt)

Do you know what it is to burn and burn, and to know while burning, that you are freeing yourself from everything around you?

Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal
(via luthienne)

Is that all you want to be? Liked? Wouldn’t you rather be passionately and voraciously desired?

Margaret Atwood, Bodily Harm
(via mrsclarkkent)

He read contemporary American fiction, because he hoped to find a resonance, a shaping of his longings, a sense of the America that he had imagined himself a part of. He wanted to know about day-to-day life in America, what people ate and what consumed them, what shamed them and what attracted them, but he read novel after novel and was disappointed: nothing was grave, nothing serious, nothing urgent, and most dissolved into ironic nothingness.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

(via nemophilies)

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Anne Sexton

I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.

Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)