And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
– Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
– Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
That isn’t an empty blank where I began…
– Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Emily Fowler, early 1850
Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard
What I have loved so far, I have loved in order to be able to love you.
– Paul Celan, from a letter to his wife Gisèle in 1952
And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves