I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.
Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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