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“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

“Prayer"

The recollections of a whole life, the consciousness of spiritual existence, and all which is mightiest and deepest in our nature, become brighter, even in opposition to extreme bodily languor. In the immediate vicinity of death, the mind enters on an unaccustomed order of sensations, a region untrodden before, from which few, very few travelers have returned, and from which those few have brought back but vague remembrances; sometimes accompanied with a kind of homesickness for the higher sphere of which they had then some transient prospect. Here, amidst images, dim images, of solemnity or peace, of glory or of terror, the pilgrim pursues his course alone, and is lost to our eye.”
― Carolyn Forché, Blue Hour

“I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.”
― Sarah Kay

“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.”
― Sarah Kay

“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breath. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go.”
― Sarah Kay

“And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His (Jesus). When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
― Corrie ten Boom, The Hiding Place

“Sometimes, the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“Light is a funny thing. Its wavelength defines what it can and can’t interact with. Anything smaller than the wavelength is functionally nonexistent to that photon. That’s why there’s a mesh over the window of a microwave. The holes in the mesh are too small for microwaves to pass through. But visible light, with a much shorter wavelength, can go through freely. So you get to watch your food cook without melting your face off.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“The truth of the matter is that—by an exorbitant paradox—I never stop believing that I am loved. I hallucinate what I desire. Each wound proceeds less from a doubt than from a betrayal: for only the one who loves can betray, only the one who believes himself loved can be jealous: that the other, episodically, should fail in his being, which is to love me—that is the origin of all my woes. A delirium, however, does not exist unless one wakens from it(there are only retrospective deliriums): one day, I realize what has happened to me: I thought I was suffering from not being loved, and yet it is because I thought I was loved that I was suffering; I lived in the complication of supposing myself simultaneously loved and abandoned. Anyone hearing my intimate language would have had to exclaim, as of a difficult child: But after all, what does he want?”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Words without experience are meaningless.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“It was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“I'm glad there's love here. That's all.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“A man so hurt and so perplexed may turn in anger, even on people he loves.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“An' it all just amounts to what you tell yourself.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“There is a thing that I know but always forget: Winter is hard.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.”
― Johann wolfgang von Goethe

“I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“I think friendships are the result of certain needs that can be completely hidden from both people, sometimes hidden forever.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“Too late, too late, your love gave me life. Here am I the creature you made through your loving; by your passion you created the thing that I am. Who are you to deny me the right to love? But for you I need never have known existence.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“You gay?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say I was gay. I’d just say I was enchanted.”
“Me too.”
― Rita Mae Brown, Rubyfruit Jungle

“I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.”
― Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

“I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

“They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

“You’re infinitely simpler than I am… That’s the difficulty.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out