I’m a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we’re hurt, we hurt for a long time.
— Freddy Fender
To imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind’s deepest needs.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If you don’t have a friend who’s a painter, you’re in trouble.
— Morton Feldman, composer
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
— Rabindranath Tagore
Don’t you get lonely?’
‘Lonely? Not at all. Solitude is the greatest of luxuries,’ she says
— Yohji Yamamoto
"almost" is the feeling
that yet has no name
— Beatrijs Van Craenenbroeck
Being must be felt. It can’t be thought.
— Eckhart Tolle
If you ever ask me
how many times you’ve crossed my mind,
I would say once.
Because you came,
and never left.
— Ritu Ghatourey
— (noun) An obsolete word, eleutheromania is defined as an intense and irresistible desire for freedom.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
— W.B. Yeats
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
— Ernest Hemingway
She wanted to say I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage…
— Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth
She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.
— Melissa de la Cruz, The Van Alen Legacy
Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.
— Ezra Taft Benson
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
— Virginia Woolf
Energy, like you, has no beginning and no end. It can never be destroyed. It is only ever shifting states.
— Panache Desai
My love, take these walls, these wars.
Dull my blades. I am tired of the hunt.
I’ve laid my only words at your feet. Open for me.
I want to know, be known. Want and be wanted.
— Jeanann Verlee, from “Your Mouth Is a Church, I Forgot How to Pray,”