February 2012
31 posts
All first love is unrequited ultimately because it’s so huge. It’s such an act...
– Stephen Fry
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would...
– Charles Bukowski
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are...
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
Why did he write to her,
“I can’t live without you”?
And why did she write to...
– Carl Sandburg
Those who walk away in the dark should be forgotten in the light.
– I Wrote This For You, The Things I Felt Have Torn Me Apart
I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they...
– Stephanie Kuehnert
The sadness will last forever.
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to...
– He’s Just Not That Into You
It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn’t sing or...
– Charles Bukowski
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
– Franz Kafka
The Honest House | Megan Falley
In an effort not to crawl back to you, I crossed the 2 train off my subway map in blue ink, called it a river, sold my canoe. Swept the soot from the chimney into a vase, scattered it all over Manhattan. Husband, I pretended it was your ash. Spoke your name in past tense and still, when we found ourselves in the same bar, phoned a mystic. Told her I was seeing ghosts. When you confessed your...
January 2012
38 posts
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new...
– Paulo Coelho
The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or...
– Jeanette Winterson (Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit)
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...
– Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
katelizabeth:
You are a good person; you just weren’t a good person to me.
We think too much and feel too little.
– Charles Chaplin
I am myself. That is not enough.
– Sylvia Plath