“If It’s Still In Your Mind, It Is Still In Your Heart.”

― Emily Dickinson

Do today what everyone else will do tomorrow. — Jean Cocteau, French poet

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Reliance

Who do I turn to when I find myself rolling in the deep, the trenches from where it's next to impossible to get out? Who can I rely upon, who will not forsake me when the chips are down? Aren't these and more, the questions we keep asking ourselves as we grow through the years? Sometimes these are tied with the people, be it our family or friends, and then again, more often than not, this becomes tied with the one we fall in love with. We tell ourselves that they will be there for us, no matter what, that we can rely upon them. While that may be true in many cases, it doesn't always work out that way. On top of that, we can't always rely on our own selves either, because we can't be our own critics when that is what might be needed at some point. So, we do need to find something or someone else, a higher entity, upon whom we can rely upon, without any judgements.

- DG

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[He] felt that the murky twilight which was gradually seeping into the room was also slowly penetrating his body, transforming his blood into fog, and that he was powerless to stop the spell that was being cast on him by the twilight.

Vladimir Nabokov, Mary, 1926

“If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint”, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.”

— Vincent van Gogh 

“I do understand—and it is terrible.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1915, featured in “Letters to Felice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

“But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling, there were more delicate existences and even a certain luxury of the soul. She knew that there were a lot of things she didn’t know how to understand.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star.