#letter

A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write. ↗

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

#letters #love #love-letters #love

Y, sin embargo, mentiría si dijera que la extraño. Es el hechizo más perfecto y más doloroso. Usted está aquí, igual que yo y con mayor intensidad aún; allí donde yo estoy, está usted, como yo y más intensamente aún. No bromeo. A veces imagino que usted -que está aquí- extraña mi presencia y pregunta: "¿Pero dónde está? ¿Acaso no escribía diciendo que estaba en Merano? [...] El día es tan corto. Transcurre y termina con usted y fuera de usted sólo hay unas pocas nimiedades. Apenas me queda un rato para escribirle a la verdadera Milena, porque la Milena más verdadera aún ha estado aquí todo el día, en la habitación, en el balcón, en las nubes. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#spanish #spanish

When your defenses are down, it's alarming and beautiful - all that strength contained in a glass jar of innocence." He swallowed. "I've loved you since the moment you realized the astronomical odds of us meeting like that, because in that brief second, I watched you suddenly open your heart to the possibility of something magical happening - something unexpected. ↗

— Lynda Meyers

#letters-from-the-ledge #lftl #lynda-meyers #nate #quotes-of-life

I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter." (Letter 16, 1657) ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#conciseness #correspondence #humor #letters #pithy

I'm more than ever of the opinion that a decent human existence is possible today only on the fringes of society, where one then runs the risk of starving or being stoned to death. In these circumstances, a sense of humor is a great help. ↗

— Hannah Arendt

#philosophy #death

Sometimes from out the folded paper the pale clerk takes a ring - the finger it was meant for, perhaps, moulders in the grave; a bank-note sent in swiftest charity - he whom it would relieve, nor eats nor hungers any more; pardon for those who died despairing; hope for those who died unhoping; good tidings for those who died stifled by unrelieved calamities. On errands of life, these letters speed to death. Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity! ↗

— Herman Melville

#letters #death

Actually it deals ("as usual" I was about to say!) with Life, Love and Death. Because nothing in fact is more important. To occupy oneself with. To think of. To worry over. To be happy about. And so on. ↗

— Ingmar Bergman

#face-to-face #letter-to-the-crew #death

As I sit here writing to you, I have propped my stocking feet much too close to the hearth. I’ve actually singed my stockings on occasion, and once I had to stomp out my feet when they started smoking. Even after that I can’t seem to rid myself of the habit. There, now you could pick me out of a crowd blindfolded. Simply follow the scent of scorched stockings. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#christopher #love-letter #love

Cuánto llora el cartero, llevado por la envidia. Que mis cartas de amor no son para él. Me pregunto si algún día te las entregará. ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#carta #cartas #cartero #cuento #cuentos

Dear God, I don't know if you are a perfectionist or not, but there are certain things which are messed up since you have created this BIG Universe, n number of people, n^m number of relations between them(that too complex one) and all those things you know. There should be...I repeat...there should be some proper way to control our feelings. It will help me to LIVE. Sincerely yours creature, Ankur ↗

— Ankur Kumar Shah

#ankur #big #complex #control #creature