The fear of not loving, worse than the fear of not being loved.
— Clarice Lispector (tr. Giovanni Pontiero), Near to the Wild Heart (via leopoldgursky)
The hardest question to answer will always be:
“Why are you so sad?”
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
— Franz Kafka (via myphil0sophy)
That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
— The Bell Jar; Sylvia Plath (via eileenssummerreadinglist)
