“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
— Rumi (via samxcamargo)
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— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Soliloquy of the Solipsist,” c. 1958
“He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.”
— Alexander Blok, from Poems of Sophia: “Crossroads”
“Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,”
— Robert Frost, from The Complete Poems; “A Line-Storm Song,”
“We sat in the rose garden at sundown, a lovely incandescent time,”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
“She had flowers in her hair flowers in her heart so if you’re forgetting all the ways that life is beautiful go and find her – she’ll be somewhere in the forest by the sea or in the garden waiting for you to come and see.”
— Kristen Costello