“— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.”
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Clarice Lispector
“— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.”
—
Clarice Lispector
“Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.”
— Virginia Woolf
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.”
— Finn Butler