~ Hermann HesseHe saw mankind going through life in a childlike manner… which he loved but also despised…. He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to be entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured….
~ Leonora Carrington, The House of Fear, 1988We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
We are often deceived in love, often hurt, often unhappy. But we love. And with one foot in the grave, you turn to look back on your life and say to yourself, ‘I may have suffered, I may have been deceived, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not a fake me created by my pride and my fears.
~ une femme est une femme
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
~ Haruki Murakami - Sputnik Sweetheart
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
The secret is not to dream,” she whispered. “The secret is to wake up. Waking up is harder. I have woken up and I am real. I know where I come from and I know where I’m going. You cannot fool me any more. Or touch me. Or anything that is mine.
~ Terry Pratchett
“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”
— Michael Ondaatje | The English Patient
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Track 8 of Surely Someday Ost - If you are happy
She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.
…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
I have found a way. A way to watch a video of you in my bed. High definition. Instant replay. thousand channels surround sound. Its called “having regrets”
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Just one thing,” she says, raising her head and looking me straight in the eye. “I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
