Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Lady Lazarus
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Lady Lazarus
I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it…
Persuasion
My tongue will tell the
anger of my heart, or
else my heart
concealing it will break.
Taming of the Shrew
“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make everyone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are opened and discovered, and until all the secrets have you gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled…”
The Beatrice Letters
The people we surround ourselves with either raise or lower our standards. They either help us to become the-best-version-of-ourselves or encourage us to become lesser versions of ourselves. We become like our friends. No man becomes great on his own. No woman becomes great on her own. The people around them help to make them great.
We all need people in our lives who raise our standards, remind us of our essential purpose, and challenge us to become the-best-version-of-ourselves.
The Rhythm of Life
“Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing but a library of all tears in history.”
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The End
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same…
Wuthering Heights
Deep down, you understand me, you know I adore you. You are not only something that is mine, you are me myself.
“I would watch you burn over and over and over again just to see your sins scorch your skin for eternity.”
Closure, Part Two
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.