“Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up.
Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me.
Sign my death with your teeth”
― Hélène Cixous
“For, what is home? Surely more than a set of rooms, a roof, an address? Home suggests belonging. Suggests warmth, safety, companionship. Love.”
― Paula Brackston
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.”
― Pablo Neruda
“What if it were true that nature speaks in signs and that the secret to understanding its language consists in noticing similarities in shape or in form?”
― Jeremy Narby
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” ―J.R.R. Tolkien
“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.” ―J.R.R. Tolkien