wandererinthestacks

[wandererinthestacks]

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness;

the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

[wandererinthestacks]

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.

That, my dear, is love.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[wandererinthestacks]

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

Charles Bukowski

[wandererinthestacks]

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

[wandererinthestacks]

In the end, we'll all become stories.

Margaret Atwood

[wandererinthestacks]

The desire to be loved is the last illusion

Give it up and you will be free.

Margaret Atwood

[wandererinthestacks]

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Franz Kafka

[wandererinthestacks]

You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.

Franz Kafka

[wandererinthestacks]

I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile.

Kahlil Gibran, The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran

[wandererinthestacks]

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything but to be okay.

Khalil Gibran

[wandererinthestacks]

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.

Kahlil Gibran

[wandererinthestacks]

What happens when people open their hearts?

“They get better”

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[wandererinthestacks]

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Haruki Murakami

[wandererinthestacks]

But how can you love a person who is not whole?

Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory-white pieces, I love you.

Beau Taplin, Worlds of You

[wandererinthestacks]

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

[wandererinthestacks]

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore