Let him taste the misery of want.

It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

You’ll understand why storms are named after people.

if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air.

This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature.

I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

“I want to read books. I want to write books. I’ll write books in the woods. Life is that which gives you desires, but no rights for the fulfillment of desires. It is all pretty mean—but you still can do what you want, and what you want is right, when you want honestly.”

If you’re going to be sad, you may as well be sad in Paris

She was born to be adored of poets.

My ideal lover: Intelligence, with a touch of insanity

To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.

It takes a special someone to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.