- "A soft light rising above the level meadow,behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end, you’re dead, nothing can hurt you, which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true." from "A Myth of Devotion".
- "After all this love, after the birds rip like scissorsthrough the morning sky, after we leave, when the empty bed appears like a collapsed galaxy, or the wake of disturbed air behind a plane, after that, as the wind turns to stone, as the leaves shriek, you are still breathing inside my own breath. The lighthouse on the far point still sweeps away the darkness with the brush of an arm. The tides inside your heart still pull me towards you. After all this, what are these words but mollusk shells a child plays with? What could say more than the eloquence of last night’s constellations? or the storm anchored by its own flashes behind the far mountains? I remember the way your body wavers under my touch like the northern lights. After all this, I want the certainty of hidden roots spreading in all directions from their tree. I want to hear again the sky tangled in your voice. Some nights I can hear the footsteps of the stars. How can these words ever reveal the secret that waits in their sleeping light? The words that walk through my mind say only what has already passed. Beyond, the swallows are still knitting the wind. After a while, the smokebush will turn to fire. After a while, the thin moon will grow like a tear in a curtain. Under it, a small boy kicks a ball against the wall of a burned out house. He is too young to remember the war. He hardly knows the emptiness that kindles around him. He can speak the language of early birds outside our window. Someday he will know this kind of love that changes the color of the sky, and frees the earth from its moorings. Sometimes I kiss your eyes to see beyond what I can imagine. Sometimes I think I can speak the language of unborn stars. I think the whole earth breathes with you. After all this, these words are all I have to say what is impossible to think, what shy dreams hide in the rafters of my heart, because these words are only a form of touch, only tell you I have no life that isn’t yours, and no death you couldn’t turn into a life." — Richard Jackson.
- "As if you could kill time without injuring eternity." — Thoreau.
- "Because paper has more patience than people." — Anne Frank.
- "Between grief and nothing I will take grief." — William Faulkner.
- "Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors." — Andrew Boyd.
- "Each moment is a place you’ve never been." — Mark Strand.
- "Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." — Homer.
- "For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- "For you see, each day I love you more,today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.” -Rosemonde Gerard.
- "Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness." — Anne Frank.
- "I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my 'idea of them'". — Anaïs Nin.
- "I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become." — Carl Jung.
- "I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders." — Jewish Proverb.
- "I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and I am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration, or a metaphor in every corner of the room." — Jane Austen.
- "I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals." — Salvador Plascencia.
- "I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." — Agatha Christie.
- "I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in expectation." — Stanisław Lem.
- "I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness … Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other. If I could persuade myself that my manners were perfectly easy and graceful, I should not be shy." — Jane Austen.
- "I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great." — Willa Cather.
- "I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it." — Stephanie Perkins.
- "I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you." — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- "If a man has to say trust me it’s a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you do without words." — Juliet Marillier.
- "If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?" — Sydney J. Harris.
- "If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it round. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don’t embrace trouble; that’s as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say meet it as a friend, for you’ll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it." — Oliver Wendell Holmes.
- "In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on." — Robert Frost.
- "I’ll tell you what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter – as I did!" — Charles Dickens.
- "I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me." — Ernest Hemingway.
- "I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back." — Jack White.
- "Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness." — Anne Frank.
- "Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." — Kahlil Gibran.
- "Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves her. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in her, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true"- Viktor E. Frankl.
- "Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.” ― Sylvia Plath.
- "Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person." — David Foster Wallace.
- "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." — Oscar Wilde.
- "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart." — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- "Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had…." — Mignon McLaughlin.
- "Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong." — Leo Buscaglia.
- "Out of the millions of people we live among, most of whom we habitually ignore and are ignored by in turn, there are always a few that hold hostage our capacity for happiness, whom we could recognize by their smell alone and whom we would rather die than be without." — Alain de Botton.
- "Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth." — Fyodor Dostoyevsky .
- "People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away." — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- "Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood." — George Orwell.
- "Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity." — Christopher Morley.
- "Read, read, read. Read everything—trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the most. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window." — William Faulkner.
- "So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them." — Sylvia Plath.
- "Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down." — Ray Bradbury.
- "Stock your mind, stock your mind. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace" — Frank McCourt .
- "Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers." — Aldous Huxley.
- "The damaged love the damaged." — Chuck Palahniuk.
- "The eyes, it is said, are windows to the soul. They are not. They are organs for converting light into electro-magnetic impulses. But this has never stopped us dreaming of them that way." — Amanda Knox
- "The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief." — Shakespeare.
- "The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new." — Samuel Beckett.
- "The universe is made up of stories, not atoms." — Muriel Rukeyser .
- "To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead." — Thomas Paine .
- "We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love." — Robert Fulghum.
- "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." — Jess C. Scott.
- "When you can feel someone else’s pain and joy as if it’s your own, thats when you know you really love them." — Ann Brashares.
- "Whenever I see you, sound fails, my heart falters, thin fire steals through my limbs, an inner roar, and darkness shrouds my ears and eyes." — Catullus.
- "Why are you sad?”“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings." — Anna Karina.
- "Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things - they save you." — Chuck Palahniuk.
- "You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world." — Sheila Graham.
- "Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary." — Chuck Palahniuk.
- “I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.” ― Sylvia Plath.
- “I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.” -Sylvia Plath.
- “With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand… hopeless from the start. ”― Sylvia Plath.
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