| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f3fbf66 | My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it. | charles-baudelaire conversations eat eaten heart les-fleurs-du-mal lost poem poetry the-flowers-of-evil | Charles Baudelaire | |
| c032f16 | I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know. | charles-baudelaire the-flowers-of-evil | Charles Baudelaire |