Diana

“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“In past summers when I had been home, I had often tasted a strange sadness as I sat quietly in the midst of the seething cicada song. This sorrow seemed to pierce deep into my heart along with the piercing insect cry. Always at such times I would sit alone and still, gazing into myself.”
― Sōseki Natsume, Kokoro

“The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.”
― Richard Siken, Crush