I am Dora

"From time to time our love is like a sailand when the sail begins to alternatefrom tack to tack, it’s like a swallowtailand when the swallow flies it’s like a coat;and if the coat is yours, it has a tearlike a wide mouth and when the mouth beginsto draw the wind, it’s like a trumpeterand when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions… and this, my love, when millions come and gobeyond the need of us, is like a trick;and when the trick begins, it’s like a toetip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;and when the luck begins, it’s like a wedding,which is like love, which is like everything.”
— Alice Oswald Wedding
 

"From time to time our love is like a sail
and when the sail begins to alternate
from tack to tack, it’s like a swallowtail
and when the swallow flies it’s like a coat;
and if the coat is yours, it has a tear
like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins
to draw the wind, it’s like a trumpeter
and when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions… and this, my love, when millions come and go
beyond the need of us, is like a trick;
and when the trick begins, it’s like a toe
tip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;
and when the luck begins, it’s like a wedding,
which is like love, which is like everything.”


— Alice Oswald Wedding

 

   “My dearest little girl … I’ll hope that you’ll come back to me soon”

“My dearest little girl … I’ll hope that you’ll come back to me soon”

"L’une Chante, L’autre Pas."

"L’une Chante, L’autre Pas."




 



"I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member."

 

"I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member."

 

"It was the inconsequence of the act that shocked … Love, devotion, effort, could only pour into her, a jug without a bottom, and then pour out, leaving no trace. She deserved nothing, was owed nothing, could not really be loved and therefore could not be missed. So she had gone."— Doris Lessing, The Memoirs of a Survivor

"It was the inconsequence of the act that shocked … Love, devotion, effort, could only pour into her, a jug without a bottom, and then pour out, leaving no trace. She deserved nothing, was owed nothing, could not really be loved and therefore could not be missed. So she had gone."

— Doris Lessing, The Memoirs of a Survivor

“We are like the twins in old fables, each of whom has been given half a key.She will have her own version. I am not the centre of her story, because she herself is that. But I could give her something you can never have, except from another person: what you look like from the outside. A reflection. That is the part of herself I could give back to her.” — Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

“We are like the twins in old fables, each of whom has been given half a key.
She will have her own version. I am not the centre of her story, because she herself is that. But I could give her something you can never have, except from another person: what you look like from the outside. A reflection. That is the part of herself I could give back to her.” 

— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

“Red was your colour …
But the jewel you lost was blue.”
 
— Ted Hughes, Red

 

“Red was your colour …

But the jewel you lost was blue.”

 

— Ted Hughes, Red

 

“Femmes, je vous aime.” 
 

“Femmes, je vous aime.” 

 



 “Hate is a bottomless cup;   I will pour and pour.”

 “Hate is a bottomless cup;
  I will pour and pour.”

"Do I scare you?"

"Do I scare you?"

"The mother is a child too."

"The mother is a child too."