one falling leif

How does one become stronger? By deciding slowly; and by holding firmly to the decision once it is made. Everything else follows of itself.

I’ve been looking at the stars tonight. I’ll be a dreamer til the day I die. But, we’re all strange and maybe we don’t want a change. Oh, I’m lost and I can’t be found. Oh, I don’t want to let you down. And I don’t want a never ending life, I just want to be alive while I’m here.

She has that grave look in her eyes like she is constantly killing and burying people in her heart.

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others…When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.