There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one’s own novel. — Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923. (Schocken, October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949. Advertisements
I fly, I crawl, I weep, I laugh, I swim, I grow, I fall, I need, I want, I follow, I break, I sink, I love, I exist. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955. (Mariner Books; First edition, March 26, 1975) Originally published 1966.
Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing giving love of spring. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
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)
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person. ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)