I write very rarely. Only, in fact, when the sheet of paper suffers an existential crisis and threatens, if I don't surrender to it, to bury me alive under its whiteness.
Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.
nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then. . . We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.
If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love they are reduced to the status of courtesans. As wives they are treated more as servants than as companions. Men do not love them: they make use of them, they exploit them, and expect, in that way, to make them subject to the law of fidelity.
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you. . .
faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.
These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!
Everyone had told him to be strong for her, but Finnikin didn't know how to be strong for himself.
If you want to keep a friend, never test him.
This is an industry [high fashion] that has an abundance of over-confidence. I don't think anyone would dispute that, and I'm not trying to pick on anybody, but that's just a fact, right? And sometimes that's fun.
Do not look around at what everyone else is doing. No one is asking you to be someone else. But the world does need you to be you, because you are the only one who can do the job. Be the person God created you to be. He made you exactly right.