I am too complex. In my case something always remains floating, unattached.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Don’t observe yourself too closely. Don’t be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
I think I just found the blog that my entire life and being relates to.
asked by Anonymous
This makes me incredibly happy.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
I am not too sure of who I am because there are several of me. They float up from me like phantoms and slink off to commit acts for which I may or may not be responsible.
Jenny Schecter, The L Word
It’s hard to show people everything, you know? You never know what they’ll do with it once they have it.
Nick Burd, The Vast Fields of Ordinary
There’s a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say, oh God, I’ve got to see my friends ‘cause I’m too content being by myself.
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.