Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.
Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.