I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.
Tag: self
I had buried in my head this idea that you only made a home for [a] husband and children. I didn’t see a lot of women making a permanent home for themselves; I didn’t think that way. And also, I was on the road, so I was always living out of suitcases and cardboard boxes when I was at home, and even though I now, to this day, live in the same apartment that I did then, it was more like a storage place than an apartment.
It was only after I was 50 that … I began to make a home — a nest — for myself. And I take such pleasure in it. I think in general, as a culture, we tend to think there are two choices: settling down or traveling. And actually you need both. … Birds need a nest and they still fly. It took me a while [to understand] that it wasn’t either/or — it was both.
Gloria Steinem, NPR interview
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
C.G. Jung
When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
People will show you who they are, but we ignore it because we want them to be who we want them to be.
Don Draper (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
The longing to touch / be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone— as well as affection, etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body— and that there are bodies in the world.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks
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Some things in life only happen once, the memories of them lasting forever. They’re moments that alter you, turning you into a person you never thought you’d become, but someone you were always destined to be.
J.M. Darhower, Sempre (via simply-quotes)
‘What a fool you must be,’ said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.
Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey (via booksqouted)
We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic to creativity. When we get home, home is still the same, but something in our minds has changed, and that changes everything.
Jonah Leher, The Observer
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From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via youngfolksociety)
secretive dreams 