wallflower’s Loved Quotes

Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

I'd woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us in return.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we are living.

She had burning things inside her that would not keep quiet.

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.

The agony is exquisite, is it not? A broken heart. You think you will die. But you just keep living. Day after day, after terrible day.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.”

The things that keep me alive are the things that keep me alone.

The humiliation I go through
when I think of my past
can only be described as grace.
We are created by being destroyed.

I don’t use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

Mine was a lonely life, filled mostly with books and dreams.