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— reddie as excerpts from letters . . .
thanks again for saving me. someday, i’ll save you too.
– zelda fitzgerald, from a letter to f. scott fitzgerald
– zelda fitzgerald, from a letter to f. scott fitzgerald
yes yes yes, i do like you. i am afraid to say the stronger word.
– virginia woolf, from a letter to vita sackville-west
– virginia woolf, from a letter to vita sackville-west
i can’t say how every time i ever put my arms around you i felt that i was home. nor too many things. but we were always cheerful and jokers together.
– ernest hemingway, from a letter to marlene dietrich
– ernest hemingway, from a letter to marlene dietrich
he is witty, graceful, lovely to look at, lovable to be with. he has also ruined my life, so i can’t help loving him — it is the only thing to do.
– oscar wilde, from a letter to leonard smithers
– oscar wilde, from a letter to leonard smithers
i love you more than anybody in the world. i love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams.
– dylan thomas, from a letter to caitlin mcnamara
– dylan thomas, from a letter to caitlin mcnamara
dearest if you are as fond of me as i am of you... nothing human could keep us long apart.
– lord randolph churchill, from a letter to jeanette jerome
– lord randolph churchill, from a letter to jeanette jerome
i love you anyway — even if there isn't any me or any love or even any life — i love you.
– zelda fitzgerald, from a letter to f. scott fitzgerald
– zelda fitzgerald, from a letter to f. scott fitzgerald
i am far from you, but i can dream of you.
– victor hugo, from a letter to adèle foucher
– victor hugo, from a letter to adèle foucher
i look at you and my heart trembles.
– nikos kazantzakis, from a letter to eleni samiou
– nikos kazantzakis, from a letter to eleni samiou
i and my heart put ourselves in your hands.
– king henry viii, from a letter to anne boleyn
– king henry viii, from a letter to anne boleyn
i can’t live without you. you are so dear, so wonderful. i think of you all day long, and miss your grace, your boyish beauty, the bright sword-play of your wit, the delicate fancy of your genius, so surprising always in its sudden swallow-flights towards north and south,
towards sun and moon — and, above all, yourself.
– oscar wilde, from a letter to alfred douglas
– oscar wilde, from a letter to alfred douglas
