I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. — Anaïs Nin

I love my mystery, I love the abstract world I live in, the delicate, profound, vague, obscure, voluptuously, wordless sensations I experience. — Anaïs Nin

So many tender and painful, sweet and bitter, emotions crowd in my soul. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them. — Noel Fielding

My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth. — Louise Glück

She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal. — L. M. Montgomery

When she walked through the Rose Garden, its heavy, dove-gray air, dizzy with something unbreathable. There was something moist about her, a dare, a rage, an intolerable tenderness. — Mary Szybist

[…] with spring’s glow on her lips. — Afanasy Fet

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination. — F. Scott Fitzgerald

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet / Are of imagination all compact. — William Shakespeare