Anaïs Nin, From A Letter To Joaquin Nin, Featured In Reunited: The Correspondence Of Anais And Joaquin

Where you are understood, you are at home.

John O'Donohue

lonely, little hands, with the nocturnal scent of generous stars.

- Forough Farrokhzad, Window Poem

Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “Against all odds”

[Text ID: “I am sorry. I love you. I cherish you. Our sweet memories are a museum in which I have a lifelong admission.”]

having a pure heart is the greatest flex.

Henri Cole, from a poem titled "Twilight," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker

-Anaïs Nin, 1939

- Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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

[Text ID: “you’re homesick / for all the lives / you’re not living.”]