We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Charles Bukowski, "legs, hips and behind," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
11/08. Got drenched while coming back home
Never loved rain more than today.
- Carol Rifka Blunt | Tell the wolves I'm home
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear
Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)
-Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi
-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings