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"There is an edgy serenity in solitude, when the rain falls and the wind stops, The perpetual presence of absence, where all things are still."
Charles Wright, from "Littlefoot:23"
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I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
When you need therapy but you don’t have any money
Her mind was on other things and they never found out what.
twentytries (via twentytries)
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People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
Neil Gaiman (via mysharona1987)
How soft and gentle her name sounds when I whisper it. It lingers on the tongue, insidious and slow, almost like poison, which is apt indeed. It passes from the tongue to the parched lips, and from the lips back to the heart.
Daphné du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel (via loveage-moondream)
…we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.
Maggie Nelson in Bluets (via seacaracoles)
She hated being so clumsy with words, when words meant so much.
Joyce Carol Oates, The Spill, Give Me Your Heart (via wordsnquotes)
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Finding peace
You know, ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like… Like I’m floating outside of my body, looking down at myself… And I hate what I see… How I’m acting, the way I sound. And I don’t know how to change it. And I’m so scared… That the feeling is never gonna go away.
Oh, it’s so hard, the eternal struggle between heart and mind.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via theclassicsreader)
We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about.
Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth (via litverve)