"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."
Neil Gaiman, Stardust
"Geluk is een leugen, maar hij is goed verteld."
"The highly sensitive [introverted] tend to be philosophical or spiritual in their orientation, rather than materialistic or hedonistic. They dislike small talk. They often describe themselves as creative or intuitive. They dream vividly, and can often recall their dreams the next day. They love music, nature, art, physical beauty. They feel exceptionally strong emotions—sometimes acute bouts of joy, but also sorrow, melancholy, and fear. Highly sensitive people also process information about their environments—both physical and emotional—unusually deeply. They tend to notice subtleties that others miss—another person’s shift in mood, say, or a lightbulb burning a touch too brightly.
Susan Cain, “Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking”
"I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume that they’d want to see me, or just go ‘round. I always had to sit down and think very hard before I knocked on anybody’s door. And consequently, I never really knocked."
"I know I’m still young and there’s a lot of time for things to happen, but sometimes I think there is something about me that’s wrong, that I’m not the kind of person anyone can fall in love with, and that I’ll always just be alone."
Lynne Rae Perkins, Criss Cross
"There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough."
"Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount."
"He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams."
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
"I am inside someone
who hates me."
Amiri Baraka, “An Agony. As Now.”
"I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself."
"My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness"