Wild, distracted, sick,
I counted, counted
all the ways love hurt me.
One life, I thought–a thousand deaths.
- Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, from “Love Opened a Mortal Wound,” c. 1672 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Listen, I do not like spies and thought-readers, at any rate those who creep into my soul. I do not invite any one into my soul; I need no one; I am able to shift for myself.
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Demons. (via blackandwhitemusician)
Based on a series of arrangements composed in 1857 by Richard Wagner that were based on a series of poems by Mathilde Wesendonk. This version features song no. 4: Affliction (Schmerzen).
