“…and her eyes are something to break my heart all day long and all night long.”
— Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Diana Cooper featured in Selected Letters
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You see, I’m still delicate. I’m so delicate now that I’m almost fragile.
Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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Emotionally, I wanted to stay. Intellectually, I wanted to leave. I seemed to enjoy punishing myself.
Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963 (via watchoutforintellect)
There is nothing more difficult to achieve than a passionate, sincere, quiet faith.
Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; The Diaries (1970 - 1986)
My eyes are painfully open, and I want to escape.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
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Silence.
Motionless existence.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in “The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923,”
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…and I love, in the old—in the ancient way, through and through…
Katherine Mansfield (from a diary entry featured in The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1914-1922)
I like sincerity. I like innocence. It feels so good to feel again.
Kurt Cobain, from a diary entry featured in “The Journals of Kurt Cobain,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Why do I find everything but peace?
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
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But the heart began to grieve, to ache, like an open wound.
Anna Akhmatova, from “Rachel” featured in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (trans by Judith Hemschemeyer)