“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
— Kait Rokowski
“To make the right choices in life you have to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude - which most people are afraid of because in the silence you hear the truth and know the solutions.”
— Deepak Chopra
“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”
— Unknown
“I write to find out what I’m thinking.”
— Julia Alvarez
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”
— Clemence Poésy
We may love with our hearts, but first we lust with our eyes.
Whoever first said that poetry is dead failed to provide the autopsy. If poetry is dead, what a rowdy and glorious ghost. Poetry haunts. Poetry permeates the walls we put up. Poetry startles us awake and into our own aliveness. Poetry rustles the hairs on the backs of our necks and chases us into more compassionate rooms. Though it is difficult to change a stubborn mind, poetry can change our hearts in an instant.
Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley, from How Poetry Can Change Your Heart
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947
I think it really sucks when you realise how alone you are because you only really talk to 1 maybe 2 people and when neither of them are available you kind of just lay there in bed hoping your phone will buzz with a text from them or something so you continuously check it and you try to distract yourself and then you get sad about how alone you really are