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“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.”
— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.”
— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
Anaïs Nin, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1927-1931
Text ID: I must build up a strong world within myself, so rich and so full that it will be enough. I must find all things in myself, create them. I must reach my own climaxes of strength and creation with my work.
Night Tide (1961)
The Antique (2018)
“Suffering modifies the image of time. The eruption of suffering cancels out linear time, breaks it, makes it into whirling squiggles. The night of time crouches at the edges of the dawn of today and tomorrow. Suffering casts us down among our single-celled ancestors, among the quarrelsome or terrorized muttering in the caves, among the female divinities expelled into the darkness of the earth, even as we keep ourselves anchored — let’s say — to the computer we’re writing on. Strong feelings are like that: they explode chronology. An emotion is a somersault, a tumble, a dizzying pirouette.”
— Elena Ferrante, Frantumaglia
There isn’t a version of me that could’ve looked away from you.
Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep
“An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942
Fjaðrárgljúfur, South Iceland by Bryan Coe
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
You cry desperately and then you sleep, while Allāh does not sleep concerning the management of your affairs.”