wallflower’s most recent Quotables

Is there no way out of the mind?

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion...

...it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

If you are an adult you want something surprising, savoury, sharp, unusual, cosmopolitan, alien, challenging, complex, ambiguous, possibly even slightly disturbing and wrong.

Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.

Love and religion! ... How detestable, how detestable they are! ... The cruellest things in the world...love and religion.

I'm tired of pretending I'm not a total bitchin' rock star from Mars.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.