“One Of The Gifts Of Being A Writer Is That It Gives You An Excuse To Do Things, To Go Places And Explore.

I write about you as it is the only way to love you.

Junaid Warrior

I’m a master of speaking silently, all my life I’ve spoken silently and I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence.

~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?”

— Sara Shepard, The Visibles

“Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.”

— Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet

“There are some feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.”

— Maza Dohta

“That’s the thing about introverts; we wear our chaos in the inside where no one can see it.”

— Michaela Chung

“Don’t ask yourself what you did wrong or how you could have done it differently. Don’t waste your valuable heart and mind trying to figure out why he did what he did. Or thinking back on all the things he said, and wondering what was the truth and what was the lie. The only thing you need to know is that it’s really good news: He’s gone.”

— Greg Behrendt, He’s Just Not That Into You

nice to each other and naughty with each other, that's the vibe.

“Sometimes we need someone to simply be there, not to fix anything or do anything in particular. But just to let us feel we are supported and cared about.”

— Unknown

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society