I sink into your eyes whenever I'm looking at you,

Franz Kafka - letter to Milena Jesenska, August 1920

He said it was because she was intelligent, and intelligent women mixed literature and poetry with love, which paralyzed him; and that she was positive, masculine, in some of her ways, and this intimidated him.

Anais Nin - ‘Delta of Venus’

~ Augusto Cury

Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems; "Where Does Such Tenderness,"

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

Estou esperando por você a partir de agora e estarei esperando por você também enquanto a vida e o amor tiverem significado para você e para mim.

Albert Camus em carta a Maria Casarès, 21 jul. 1944, no livro "Correspondence: 1944-1959". Paris: Gallimard, 2017.

Eu nunca senti essa necessidade insuportável da presença de alguém, essa necessidade a cada minuto. Seu corpo contra mim, seus braços em volta de mim, seu cheiro, seu olhar, seu sorriso, seu rosto - seu lindo rosto, querida que eu possa descrever, detalhe por detalhe.

Albert Camus em carta a Maria Casarès, 30 jun. 1949, no livro "Correspondance: 1944-1959". Paris: Gallimard, 2017.

Te amo… Inconscientemente, irresponsablemente, espontáneamente, involuntariamente, por instinto, por impulso, irracionalmente.

Pablo Neruda

…quiero encontrarme contigo, quiero dormir junto a ti, adormecerme y dormir. Simplemente dormir. Y nada más. No, algo más: hundir la cabeza en tu hombro izquierdo y abandonar mi mano sobre tu hombro izquierdo, y nada más. No, algo más: aún en el sueño más profundo, saber que eres tú. Y más aún: oír el sonido de tu corazón. Y besarlo.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Charles Baudelaire, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Ruin,"

My memory is like a basement filled with old papers: nothing ever changes.

Louise Glück, from Averno: “Fugue”

And now I am going to lie down and dream of you, the most beautiful dream a person can have. I hug you lovingly, kiss you many times …

Marie Bader (1886-1942), in a letter to Ernst Löwy (1880-1943) Karlín, 25/6/1941 in: “Life and Love in Nazi Prague. Letters from an Occupied City. Marie Bader”, translated by Kate Ottevange

All is empty around me, cold and waste, nasty and cursed.

Paul Klee (1879-1940), a diary note #519, September 1903  in: “The Diaries of Paul Klee, 1898-1918″

… the perfume of your own name and your own deeds is intoxicating, and it never causes you to feel weary or exhausted; it is its own inspiration, it is its own renewal.

Jamaica Kincaid, from The Autobiography of My Mother

(…) a love that is lost is a ghost unlaid That troubles the silent night.

Francis William Bourdillon, from A Ghost in “Poems Bewitched And Haunted” [selected and edited by John Hollander]