#line

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#isolation #loneliness #personality #solitude #love

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-indigo-spell #love

For the love of God, unless you’re prepping for Rigoletto at the Met, go easy on the eyeliner. ↗

— Cheryl Cory

#excess #eyeliner #makeup #opera #teenagers

The pain we feel in separation is the price we pay for love. ↗

— Hatef Mokhtar

#love #romance #sacrifice #separated #love

As the new work fills my notebooks, I've come to realize that the characters in my stories were so real because I really did want to get close to people, I really did want to know them. It was just easier to do it on paper, one step removed. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#loneliness #people #dreams

Anyone who knows how scary it is to be alone, can't help loving others." ~Rin Sohma ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#love #love

I have an ugliness it's impossible to love. ↗

— Brian McGreevy

#love #ugliness #love

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#people #solitude #dreams

No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be Am an attendant lord one that will do To swell a progress start a scene or two Advise the prince no doubt an easy tool Deferential glad to be of use Politic cautious and meticulous Full of high sentence but a bit obtuse At times indeed almost ridiculous— Almost at times the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#loneliness #mermaid #regret #trousers #love

It all comes down to this: when you recognise your loneliness in another person, when you see desperation so familiar to yours written across someone else, you can’t just let them leave. ↗

— Chloe Rattray

#love #love