in a sane world, i fell in love with insanity.

Rainy days, i’m in love

Rain be gentle on my beloved, For she loves dancing to your melody.

“I know that feeling. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can’t stay like you are for another second, or you’re going to explode.”

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.””

When you're gone I shall look out of that window and think of you. I shall waste the whole evening thinking of you. I shall waste my whole life, I believe.

“I am still a coward, still fearful; none of that has changed. But I turn and walk away from her. It’s like stepping off a cliff, believing the air will hold you up. And it does. I see that I don’t have to do what she says, and, worse and better, I’ve never had to do what she says. I can do what I like.”

“Whenever I was on the point of speaking, I considered myself to be in ambush; and looking upon the ground, I uttered only a few words […] In order that my talk might not consist of complaint about recent happenings and become burdensome to people, my tongue remained firmly tied.”

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

“I couldn’t help but sense, deep within his smile, a solitude that comes from a certain sort of secret.”

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”