I believe in words, they really have power to change things, lots of things, even the ones that seem impossible to change at first sight.
I am addicted. Addicted to the night. Addicted to the tension, the confusion, the restlessness in my bones. The night brings a certain clarity to the ferment in the day, but there need not be anyone to say. I know the body is repulsed, but I know it is what the soul longs and I know that I will always be terrified; more terror in simplicity than in perplexity and more terror than this body would dare to embrace. It is only in night that lucidity can prevail, and although it’s addictive quality poses great temptation, that’s all it is and that’s all it can be.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to… to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
― William Styron, Conversations with William Styron
I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.
How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.
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