Letters && Words

“The words you speak become the house you live in.”

“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

“Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.”

“Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound.”

I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside

“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”

“Sometimes we’d never know what’s wrong without the pain. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.”

“But please remember me, my misery, and how it lost me all I wanted.”

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”

Some things don’t need words. Sometimes it’s enough to just feel. You don’t have to label and articulate all that’s around you.

But of course I didn’t see this crucial moment then for what it was; I suppose we never do.