you can tell the time of day
by looking in the eyes of cats…
something about the width
of the black chasm
of their pupils, changing
with the light of the sun,
so they say.
When I try this out on you,
I see the hour right away.
No matter when I look in your eyes,
the hour is the same,
always the same,
always the same vast, solemn hour;
without division of minutes
a motionless hour
not marked on any clock.
I think it is eternity…
or love.”—Peregrine (based on a reading of Baudelaire’s prose poem “The Clock”)
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via hqlines)
“You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool.”—Søren Kierkegaard, from Either/Or (via marcescentfleur)
“… las palabras
no hacen el amor
hacen la ausencia
si digo agua ¿beberé?
si digo pan ¿comeré?
en esta noche en este mundo
extraordinario silencio el de esta noche
lo que pasa con el alma es que no se ve
lo que pasa con la mente es que no se ve
lo que pasa con el espíritu es que no se ve…”—Alejandra Pizarnik (via paguz06)