December 2010
“Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves...”
– Anne Sexton (via libraryland)
“For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever...”
– Benjamin Button (via snowflakesmeltonhotground)
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. We look for the sermon in the...”
– The White Album by Joan Didion (via moshimoshineko)
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living...”
“There are no two writers alike; no one will write the way you do. You are...”
– John McPhee, Los Angeles Times, February 2010 (via aroomofherown) (via awritersruminations)
“So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via flightlessdove)
“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and...”
– Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)
“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute...”
– Roald Dahl (via hatercakes)
“The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.”
– Mother Teresa (via magicdoeshappen)
“The more you refuse life, the more you write. This is writing.”
– Bhanu Kapil, Incubation (via invisiblestories)
Some girls actually believe they're ugly. Some of...
“Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because...”
– Nicole Krauss (via nouvelliste)
“Writing is all that I have. It keeps me alive, as it always has. It is how we...”
– Wesley Stace, By George (via nouvelliste)
“We’re not even two people. Even before we met we were just these two halves...”
– Sylvia
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes....”
– Sylvia
“In utter loneliness, a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.”
– John Steinbeck (via sarahgraham7)
“His one fear is to be left alone, and this fear is so deep and so persistent...”
– Henry Miller in Tropic of Cancer (1934)
“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now...”
– Virginia Woolf (The Waves)
