173"Everything is, unbelievingly, unfolding into another spring, when the damn world makes us think we are as young as we ever were and deceives us by pale lucid skies and the sudden opening of little leaves." - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
11036"Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more." - Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4
104"It is always the big, impersonal spaces which frighten me, the vast deserts, universe, cosmologies. How small my guiding lantern, how vast man’s universe. It seems to me that what I hang on to is the human, and personal. I do not want to enter impersonal, non-human worlds." - Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
241"She was looking at the window. The words sounded as if they were floating like flowers on water out there, cut off from them all, as if no one had said them, but they had come into existence of themselves. She did not know what they meant, but, like music, the words seemed to be spoken by her own voice, outside herself, saying quite easily and naturally what had been in her mind while she said different things." - Virginia Woolf, from To The Lighthouse
994"But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may." - Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated May 1928
288"There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud." - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 20 July 1938
173"The fog is rising…" - Emily Dickinson’s last words
298"I had to set up a barrage of self-protecting lies. I needed to protect my real self from people; they not only betrayed me but also distorted my personality. And now you, you give me strength. You are calm and strong, and really know me. You don’t need experience. You were born knowing. Knowing the world, knowing the biggest parts of me. You have all I need; an understanding without need of facts, realities. I have done the vilest things, foulest things, but I have done them superbly, and I feel I have passed through them, I feel intact, I feel innocent. You understand that. You have an intuition. What does it matter what I do, it is what I am that matters." - Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
205"It is the stillest words that bring on the storm. Thoughts that come on doves’ feet guide the world." - Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
