“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. ” ― Ian McEwan, Atonement Daydreaming at the Water’s Edge Henri Martin – 1899
“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the...
“The bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.” Oscar Wilde
“The more a daughter knows the details of her mother’s life the stronger the daughter.” ― Anita Diamant, The Red Tent Mother and Daughter Alexei Harlamoff – 1901
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” ― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis Portrait Franz Kafka by Andy Warhol.
“We live as we dream–alone….” ― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary Alone Emilio Longoni – 1900
“I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of sleep when it came for me, to grab it with two fingers like a butterfly after sneaking up on it from behind. My sleep game was practice for the grand struggle with death.” ― Danilo Kiš, Garden, Ashes
“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.” ― Émile Zola.
“That perhaps is your task–to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry and so give us tragedy again and comedy by means of characters not spun out at length in the novelist’s way, but condensed and synthesized in the poet’s way–that is what we look to you to do now.” ― Virginia Woolf Photograph:...
“But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.” ― Franz Kafka