Who, what, when, where, why.
Do you ever contemplate the things that you’ve done? Do you think about what you’re doing? Do you wonder about where you’re going? Do you ever ask - why?
My hands search the dark every morning when I wake, trying to find you.
Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can’t go back…
Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity… — Gildna Radner
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. -Franz Kafka
But I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. — Olivia Wilde
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal...
Between the lines.
It’s too late to tell you what I should have said to you so long ago, but I can’t help but feel that you knew. Because words, as beautiful and powerful as they are, aren’t the only means of communication, and I trust that you understood me well enough to decipher all of the things I left unsaid.
Lonely souls are always up in the middle of the night.
“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.” -Catherine Breillat
Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder So I can’t look back for too long There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can’t go wrong -Jimmy Buffett
I believe in holding still. I believe that the secrets we hold in our hearts are our anchors, that even the unspoken between us is a measure of our every promise to the living and the dead. And all our promises, like all our hopes, move us through life with the power of an ocean liner pushing through the sea. -Fae Myenne Ng