— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
— Marie Howe, from “The Addict”
You can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and what in the end possesses you.
Rebecca Solnit, from "The Blue of Distance (III)", A Field Guide to 'Getting Lost
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Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, tr. by Dianne Levitin, from “She Is Shameless,”
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.
—mattmurdock-gf on Tumblr
