Saudade — Portuguese for a profound melancholic longing for an absent someone that one loves; “the love that remains” after someone is gone.
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Sehnsucht — a German term, for an inconsolable longing for someone lost, intensely missing.
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Hiraeth — a Welsh term, meaning, a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.
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Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Pablo Neruda
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Wherever you will go,
I will let you down,
But this lullaby goes on.
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
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I’ve been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots …
Zora Neale Huston
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I love myself when I am laughing … and then again when I’m looking mean and impressive.
Zora Neale Hurston
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12 Friday Feb 2016
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I hate snow, living as I do in West Michigan, quote unquote, the Winter Wonderland, which is sort of a bummer
It is snowing outside, thus all my obligations to the outside world are null and void.
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12 Friday Feb 2016
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He put her up on a pedestal and she went down on it …
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09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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By the ravenous teeth that have smitten
Through the kisses that blossom and bud,
By the lips intertwisted and bitten
Till the foam has a savour of blood,
By the pulse as it rises and falters,
By the hands as they slacken and strain,
I adjure thee, respond from thine altars,
Our Lady of Pain.
Algernon Swinburne, from Dolores (1866)
