“She liked getting hold of some book... and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.”

Virginia Woolf

"Life has become very dear to me, and I am very glad that I love. My life and my love are one. For the present I consider that 'No, never, never,' as a block of ice that I press to my heart to thaw it. Which will win, the coldness of that block of ice or the warmth of my heart?"

Vincent Van Gogh

"You can try to escape the story of your life, but you can’t. It happened. The baby died. The dog died. The heart broke. I knew you when you were young. I know your heart broke, too. I will know you when we are both old, and maybe wise. I hope wise.

I know you now: your story. Mine isn’t the one I would have chosen in the beginning, but I’ll take it. It is my story. It’s only mine. And it’s not over."

- Amy Jellicoe

I tried to drink it away, I tried to put one in the air
I tried to dance it away, I tried to change it with my hair.
I ran my credit card bill up, thought a new dress make it better
I tried to work it away, but that just made me even sadder.
I tried to keep myself busy, I ran around circles
Think I made myself dizzy,
I slept it away, I sexed it away
I read it away Away, away, away, away, away, away…


"Will there be only silence, repose at the foot of the trees, of the vines? Then it is well that there be guardians." 


I’m nostalgic
for the day I’m in,

as if I’m starring
in a silent filmstrip
meant to teach capability.

— Rachel Jamison Webster, “The First Season of Marriage”

In the course of the years a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in the other as much as ourselves, to remain friends we must know the other and their difficulties and even their sins and encourage the best in them, not through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading creative edge of their incarnation, thus subtly discouraging what makes them smaller, less generous, less of themselves.

— David Whyte, “Consolations”