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"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth."-Henry David Thoreau
Everything touches me—I see too much, I hear too much, everything demands too much of me.
— Clarice Lispector, Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
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I feel restricted, my soul is restricted inside me, I need another living space.
— Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; The Diaries (1970 - 1986 (via dieworten)
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I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via dieworten)
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I’ll have to be all by myself, forever. I’ve missed the life that was supposed to be mine. I’ve shut myself off from it.
— Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Other Place,” (via dieworten)
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I feel sometimes that I am drowning in vagueness–that I have no character. I feel I don’t know who I am.
— María Irene Fornés, from Plays: María Irene Fornés; “Abington Square”
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I vulgarize my feelings by speaking of them too readily to others.
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via dieworten)
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No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
This is all practice.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via dieworten)
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