“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo / Ninety-Three
Li-Young Lee, from The Other Hours, Book of My Nights: Poems
"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
If you open
your heart and
welcome the night,
you’ll see that darkness
is just a new place
to shine your own light.
I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart... I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.”
— Finn Butler, From The Wreckage
