“If fervent memory could raise the dead, she would be our Eurydice.” — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last. — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Happiness is indeed a Eurydice, vanishing as soon as gazed upon. It can exist only in acceptance, and succumbs as soon as… — Denis de Rougemont Copy Share Image
“We are each what never leaves us, what we never see the back of is the self. But what loves us is… — Christina Davis Copy Share Image
“Perhaps he makes a choice. He chooses the memory of her. That’s why he turns. He doesn’t make the lover’s choice, but… — Céline Sciamma Copy Share Image
“Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her,… — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song. Here, in the realm of decline, among… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“INTENSE SEXUAL DESIRE IS THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD Janey dreams of cocks. Janey sees cocks instead of objects. Janey has… — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
“Every angel is terrifying. Through the darkness, they move silently... I will go down into death with you. I must go where… — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
