#lit

[scriptastra]

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "The Return," featured in What Do We Know: Poems & Prose Poems

[soracities]

And I—and I go out without hope, without purpose, and return home the same as when I went.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)

[luthienne]

Childhood does not end in one fell swoop, as we wished it would when we were children. It lingers, crouching silently in our adult, then wizened bodies, until one day, many years later, when we think that the heavy burden of bitterness and despair we've been shouldering has turned us irredeemably into adults, it reappears with the force and speed of a lightning bolt, wounding us with its freshness, its innocence, its unerring dose of naivety, but most all with the certainty that this really and truly is the last glimpse we shall have of it.

Guadalupe Nettel, from The Accidentals (tr. Rosalind Harvey)

[inkpressedpetals]

[shisasan]

Oh God, I’m so tired. 6 July, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[emotionalwords]

It hurts, but it's okay. I'm used to it.

[perfectfeelings]

Health is not just about what you’re eating. It’s also about what you’re thinking and saying.

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami

[feelingsoftheday]

i think alot but don’t say too much

[slccpy]

― Christa Wolf, Cassandra

[scriptastra]

[mournfulroses]

D. H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence

[thehopefulquotes]

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.

Joseph Campbell

[qvotext]

We’re not who we used to be.

Harry Styles