I’ve loved everything, I knew how to love everything except the other, the other who was alive. The other has always bothered me; it was a wall against which I broke, I didn’t know how to live with the living. Hence my feeling that I was not a woman but a soul.[…] You simply have… Continue reading Marina Tsvetaeva
There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass. — Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming. (Melville House; Reprint edition, March 19, 2013) Originally published April 26th 1902.
I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren’t good for you. — Augusten Burroughs, Dry. (Picador, April 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 2003.
I have suffered enough from incomprehension and from the isolation one falls into when one says things that people do not understand. – C. G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections. (Vintage; Reissue edition, April 23, 1989) Originally published 1961.
So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead, and above the sheaves of yellow stars, shoals of cold bright pieces of light and the great wind….. and I, strange and elated with a new wonder, child-like in my sudden power, look with eyes large in love and amazement at this intent… Continue reading Sylvia Plath
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep…. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for… Continue reading May Sarton
Passion gives me moments of wholeness. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934 (Mariner Books, 1969)