“I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.”
— Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)
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“I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.”
— Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)
“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
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“But I love you and before you say it, words do matter. They’re not pointless.”
— Words in Deep Blue by Cath Crowley (via bookaddict24-7)
“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,”
“I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.”
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind…”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (via the-book-diaries)
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“That was not what she needed. What she needed was a love that would absorb her whole being, her reason, her whole soul, that would give her ideas, an object in life, that would warm her very blood.”
— Anton Chekhov, from Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “The Darling,”