That’s why I’m not to be trusted.
Because a wound to the heart
is also a wound to the mind.
Louise Glück, closing lines to “The Untrustworthy Speaker,” Ararat (HarperCollins, 1990)
I will allow space for all the feelings my heart holds. I will not cower or hide from myself. It’s okay to feel the ugly messy things. It’s okay to feel the burning brilliance of beauty. It’s okay to feel the soft winds of happiness and the quiet bursts of loneliness. Its okay to feel it all. It’s okay to be myself, all of myself, not just the good.
This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via kitty-en-classe)
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via girlinlondon)