The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
The mind I love must have wild places.
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.
Risk anything! Care no more for the opinion of others ... Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth." (Journal entry, 14 October 1922)
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only good for wallowing in.
What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds.
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship, was that one had to explain nothing
I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses.
I have made it a rule of my life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy... you can't build on it; it's only good for wallowing in.
I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.
This is not a letter but my arms about you for a brief moment.
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.
Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.
When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.
It's a terrible thing to be alone -- yes it is -- it is -- but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath -- as terrible as you like -- but a mask.
I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write
I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.
I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was, too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.
Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.
To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough.
To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.
How beautiful she loked, but there was nobody to see, nobody.
Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.
The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret friend of their author.
Outside the sky is light with stars
The whole world shall be ours because of our love.
She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.
Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become Love. That is the mystery.
It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.
