But a millenium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars as if you were Prometheus an endless illumination by which to understand all things. — Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat.
I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously. – Isabel Allende, The House of Spirits
Such a minute fraction of this life do we live; so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future. — Sylvia Plath, journal.
I am human enough to want to be talking to the only other human that matters in this world — Sylvia Plath, journal.
I love you with all my heart and soul and body; in your weakness and your strength; and for me to love a man even in his weakness is something that I have never in my life been able to do before. And if you can take that weakness in me that wrote my last cringing, begging-dog letter and admit that it belongs to the same woman who wrote the first letter in her strength and faith, and love the whole woman, you will know how I love you. — Sylvia Plath, journal.
Somehow these sluttish nights make me have a violent nun-like passion to write and sequester myself. — Sylvia Plath, journal.
The strength to bear knowledge lies in the pen and the hand that holds it.‘ — Mariane Pearl
I reckon only the very lucky and the truly confident never fall for the wrong person. — Simone Lazaroo, The Travel Writer
My mother reckons that we fall in love with the wrong people because we can’t see ourselves clearly. She says it’s another kind of blind spot. — Simone Lazaroo, The Travel Writer
Everyone has a talent, what is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads. – Erica Jong
The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it. – Wendell Berry.
