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Gorky Street and the view of the Historical Museum (Moscow, 1964)

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Albert Camus // Jack Kerouac

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“Unfolded Love”. Aweng Chuol & Nyaluak Leth photographed by Barbara Ayozie Fu Safira for Vogue.it

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“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Willem de Kooning, Spring Studio, 1968 Photo: Dan Budnik 

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— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

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“For [erotically intelligent couples], love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning. They know that they have years in which to deepen their connection, to experiment, to regress, and even to fail. They see their relationship as something alive and ongoing, not a fait accompli. It’s a story that they are writing together, one with many chapters, and neither partner knows how it will end. There’s always a place they haven’t gone yet, always something about the other still to be discovered.” ― Esther Perel, Mating in Captivity: Reconciling the Erotic and the Domestic

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bell hooks, All About Love

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everybody wants to rule the world.

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Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘Gott spricht zu jedem nur, eh er ihn macht’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

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Anne Carson, from Glass, Irony and God; “The Glass Essay”

Text ID: Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is / to watch the year repeat its days.

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میرے پاس سے جو گزرا، میرا حال تک نہ پوچھا

میں کیسے مان جاؤں وہ دور جا کے رویا

When he walked past me, he didn't even bother to ask how I'm. How can I believe when he was away from me that he cried for me.

– Parveen Shakir

تیرے پاس سے جو گزرے تو جنون میں تھے فراز

جب دور جا کے سوچا تو زار زار روئے

When I walked past you I was drunk in your love. When I realized I was away from you, I cried my heart out.

– Ahmad Faraz

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