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We'll say, that was just another time
One day, we will put it all behind
We'll say, that was just another day on Earth

When I first caught your eye and you decided to come with me, you were probably thinking you would simply arrive and make yourself at home. Now that you’re actually here, the air is bitterly cold, and you find yourself being led along in complete darkness, stumbling on uneven ground, recognising nothing ( Read more... )

[...] Again and again she hurriedly appeared in the margins of my life, without influencing in the least its basic text. [...] Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head ( Read more... )

Yes, I was miserable here. But what did I expect? I had brought myself along.
Sebastian Horsley, Dandy in the UnderworldYou love the hope you needed desperately ( Read more... )

And what am I hanging around for /
riddled with what his silence said?
Anne Sexton, Lessons in Hunger

Silence feels like a dead end.
Like a door closed without a sound.
Like the stifled scream of a tell-tale heart.


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All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always.

Truman Capote, Letter to Mary ( Read more... )

"Can you keep from crying by considering things?" she asked.
"That's that way it's done," the Queen said with great decision: "nobody can do two things at once, you know.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass

You have to decide, you said.
Dangerous game.
Forced into decision, I often decided against, not ( Read more... )

I was thinking that being a demon and a ghost must be very difficult, even for Charles. If he ever forgot or let his disguise drop for a minute, he would be recognized at once and driven away. He must be extremely careful to use the same voice every time and present the same face and same manor without a slip. He must be constantly on guard against ( Read more... )

I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light

When I am not and none beside -
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky -
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.

Emily Brontë, poem, 1838


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I am one of millions who do not fit in ( Read more... )