I live now for my work. I live for my work. I live only for my work. One day I will do work deserving of my talent & desire. One day. This I pledge. This I vow. I want you to love me for my work. But...
For the widow inhabits a tale not of her own telling.
Because nothing between human beings is uncomplicated and there's no way to speak of human beings without simplifying and misrepresenting them.
I haven't any formal schedule, but I love to write in the morning, before breakfast. Sometimes the writing goes so smoothly that I don't take a break for many hours - and consequently have breakfast a...
We’re sick of ourselves.
Went out for sports as others did, in an affable herd.
The mirror above the bureau—a flushed blurred face. I had learned to look quickly away from that face for so often I hated what I saw.
That I—I have not ‘heard’ . . . What is it?
Scintillant,
Its somewhat austere and even forbidding limestone exterior,
If a man hurts you, and you show that hurt, and your eyes lock with his, he will never forgive you. For always you will be the girl he has hurt, which means you are the girl he can always hurt again....
You ordinary people who read and do not write, who 'like to read' and know nothing of the sufferings of writers, how fortunate you are!
We never have time, do we, for all that we don’t exactly want to do.
We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves,unable to see that here, now,this very moment is sacred;
Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.
These were no-man's-lands, limbos of a sort, places where language did not prevail and the only protection was flight, if you could run fast enough; or submission if you couldn't.
There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time.
The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be happy in a happy place, but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole.
That sensation of things-falling-away. Once the ice begins to crack, it will happen swiftly. She
That I was sleeping at a time when my husband was dying is so horrible a thought, I can’t confront it.