“You have the sun in you, and the softness, and the clarity.”
— Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950
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“You have the sun in you, and the softness, and the clarity.”
— Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950
“Only the body, only the body, only the body stays true. Poor body, faithful body, that so often must do the work of both head and heart, like an animal made to carry much more than it should.”
— Goldrush Girl, Jeanette Winterson
“I go out at night to paint the stars.”
— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo Van Gogh c (via amargedom)
“She had it all in her.”
— Anne Sexton, referring to Sylvia Plath, from a letter c. September 1965
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“As if nothing gave her any pleasure. She never relaxed. Never lost her look of suffering the whole evening.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. July 1932 featured in “The Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”
“You doubt your value. Don’t run from who you are.”
— C.S. Lewis
Lisa Marie Basile, from “Light Magic for Dark Times,” published c. 2018
“I feel so unreal,”
— Janet Fitch, from “White Oleander,” originally published c. July 1999
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.