I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse. — Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed (Riverhead Books; First Edition edition, May 21, 2013)
Suffering consists of being unable to reveal oneself and, when one happens to succeed in doing so, in having nothing more to say. — André Gide
Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take care of itself. ― Harlan Ellison
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much. ― Emery Allen
We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me. —Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)
I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon. —Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary. (Mariner Books; First edition, March 31, 2003) Originally published 1953.
Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us … the sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. — Rachel Naomi Remen