"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated By Constance Garnett)

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

It must be September, July sun has disappeared.

Charmaine J. Forde

"I love this harsh world because it has you in it."

Abhilasha, from "My illusion of you"

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

(i suspect it's love)

i catch myself in daydreams

of your arms

where i lay, drunk and warm

and took my favorite grainy picture of you

the frame mostly occupied by

your eyes

containing something knowing of

my awareness growing

like suspicion all day

i couldn't rinse us out

of my mouth in the morning

i think we're on the same page

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

I'm old school. I just want one person.

Madison Julius Cawein, “Dusk In The Woods”