“I’ve never minded it,” he went on. “Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”
It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
Fairytales are not true; they are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist; but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
One time you told me that the opposite of love isn’t hate. And I didn’t understand that, but I think I do now. Because if you hate someone, you must still care, right? You have to care a little bit, otherwise you would just ignore them and forget they even live.
You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad.
It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?
That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.
‘Let your heart look
on white sea spray
and be lonely.
Love is a fool star.
You and a ring of stars
may mention my name
and then forget me.
Love is a fool star.
Carl Sandburg, “Offering and Rebuff”
‘Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. So, every time you see a flood like that on the news, you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.’
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on Shore
‘She slept a lot and didn’t dream, and on most occasions, she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.’
‘He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.’
Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
And then the dream breaks into a million pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.
Nora Ephron, Heartburn
She was feeling the pressure of the world outside, and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn’t keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive. I know I’m alive. I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine