Ardent-Reflections

How I feel autumn's ache.

You have always approached everything terrible trustfully. You have wanted to pet every monster.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

You can see that I have become so candid that I can endure only human relationships which are absolutely genuine. I avoid half-friendships...

I have found an endless comfort in hiding.

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

I also know the way the old life haunts the new.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

I am not well. I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.

I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.

You have sadness living in places sadness shouldn't live.

You will ask for a match and I will give you a wildfire. I don't know how to love small.

Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What dark did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.