#pair

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#despair #difficulty #fear #optimism #poetry

The birthing wolf, Her heart fed with tenderness, Gave forth from ripe brown nipples, Food to feed the universe. ↗

— Roman Payne

#hope-and-despair #payne #poem #roman #roman-payne

In strange and uncertain times such as those we are living in, sometimes a reasonable person might despair. But hope is unreasonable and love is greater even than this. May we trust the inexpressible benevolence of the creative impulse. ↗

— Robert Fripp

#creative #creativity #despair #hope #love

I can still hear the screams. They wake me in the night. Terrible, gut wrenching, painful screams; screams that can only come from the deepest and darkest recesses of the mind. These were not screams of pain. These were screams of years of sorrow and despair. These were screams that made your skin crawl. These were the worst screams I have ever heard. I cannot get them out of my head. Perhaps, they will be with me forever. I shouldn't be so lucky. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #scream #sorrow #love

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

#born #despair #disillusionment #novel #poem

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair. ↗

— Sonya Hartnett

#briny-water #channel #despair #exception #flooded

The only real laughter comes from despair. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#groucho #laughter #marx #letters

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#copy #cry #crying #despair #fall

I don't think I've ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#emotions #poetry #poetry-quotes #scars #secrets

When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be lonely, would I? And what’s the point of a saxophone if not to celebrate despair?
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— Jarod Kintz

#celebrate #celebration #despair #funny #humor