People empty me. I have to get away to refill.– Charles Bukowski
Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant’. I thought from...– Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 23 February 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and some stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a wordly...
It’s about moments in life that are great but don’t last. They don’t go on, but...– Sofia Coppola on Lost In Translation
Will you love me in December as you do in May?– Jack Kerouac
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.– George R.R. Martin
And you know what the worst thing was? The worst thing was that nobody ever...– From the poem “Drunks”, by Jack McCarthy
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.– Abraham Lincoln
Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. They...– Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; Letters To Dr. Y. (1960-1970)
“You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something...
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself...– F. Scott Fitzgerald - This Side of Paradise
The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.– John Steinbeck