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- when you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they? ― virginia woolf.
- how far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? i mean, what is the reality of any feeling? ― virginia woolf.
- i belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. yes, i belong to moments. not to people ― virginia woolf.
- to love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be. ― heidi priebe
- it's no fun being in love with a shadow. you must be somewhere in this world. god would not have made a heart like mine and not have made its mate. it would be too cruel. ― edna st. vincent millay
- a sense of my own strangeness. who am i, what am i, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me. ― virginia woolf.
- in case you ever foolishly forget: i am never not thinking of you. ― virginia woolf.
- i want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. and i am horribly limited. — sylvia plath
- can you understand? someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? for all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - i love life. but it is hard, and i have so much - so very much to learn. — sylvia plath
- i need solitude. i need space. i need air. i need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence. — virginia woolf
- if neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then i'm neurotic as hell. i'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. — sylvia plath
- to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked. in the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn't matter. you think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. if they see you feeling. you have no idea what. it's not about them. ― anne carson
- i mean my mother's body was a house burning / and i've been burning ever since. ― kendra decolo
- as for lovers, they are discovering new ways to love. listen, their windows are open. you can hear them laughing. ― mary oliver
- whatever happened to you down there, whatever the world looks like now, that's not how it always looks. that's not how it's always going to look. there's more. there's always more. ― patrick ness
- we've have so little of each other, now. so far from tribe and fire. only there brief moments of exchange. ― danusa laméris
- i'll rewrite this whole life and this time there'll be so much love, you won't be able to see beyond it. ― warsan shire
- then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, i will take you, i will love you, again. ― ellen bass
- i want to try and be terrific, even for an hour. ― ada limón
- you flicker. i cannot touch you. i put my hands among the flames. nothing burns. ― sylvia plath
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