Quotes from Anne Carson

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hands down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country.

Suppression of impertinence is not the lover's aim. Nor can I believe this philosopher really runs after understanding. Rather, he has become a philosopher (that is, one whose profession is to delight in understanding) in order to furnish himself with pretexts for running after tops.

los celos pueden comerse un corazón hasta el centro

Girls are cruellest to themselves.

not to believe, that is, in the story of his own life. Bold move.

he smashes the black car of his luck.

I cannot close my eyes, fear stands over me instead of sleep.

You will see me, like a mountain animal, bitter little animal

?k voltak a tartály fenekén a legfenségesebb angolnák, és mint a dÅ'lt bet?k, felismerték egymást.

Az alámerülés az éj rohadt rubinjába a szabadság és a rossz logika versengésévé változott.

I hope that you will wave back to me from your distant shore, and understand the signal.

Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett's phrase, "what cowers behind it begins to seep through." With her new shopping cart Hekabe, queen of Troy, will be prowling the aisle for dog biscuits.

In fact, neither reader nor writer nor lover achieves such consumation. The words we read and the words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

Why not keep moving it's true every epitaph calls out to the passerby but the marks are a trap the mourning is irrelevant I knew a man who dreamed his backside was made of glass and dared not sit down for 7 months

Watching the small shiny planes of the landscape recede out of his grasp filled Braque with loss so he smashed them. Nature morte, said Braque.

then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches

Elektra: I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.

Heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room.

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn't matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling . You have no idea what . It's not about them . To be seen is the penalty.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

Desire is no light thing.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.