The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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Anand Thakur
The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
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Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
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I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
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Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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You used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
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Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
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Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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