Love. And madness. Love of madness. The madness of love. Conversations in poetry. Sentiments to and from the tangled heart…
“I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
“There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.”
“There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.”
“Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.”
— Marcel Proust (In Search of Lost Time (À la recherche du temps perdu #1-7))
“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
“What is to give light must endure burning.”
— Viktor E. Frankl