We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.
— E.E. Cummings (via lavandula)
As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via selfinspiration)
‘You,’ he said, ‘are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.’
— Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via talisman)
Once again, I retreated into my deepest mental hiding place.
— Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
..I’m too young to feel this old..
I wonder which is preferable – to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word for them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin – everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone – and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
— Margaret Atwood
People who take time to be alone usually have depth, originality, and quiet reserve.
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
— Augusten Burroughs (Dry)
There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via cing-cangkeling11)