thebookquotes:

I am a twisted person. The only way I can know my capacity for love is from my capacity for anguish. Before suffering, I don’t know.

— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959

thezeroquotes:

But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.

— Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

thebookquotes:

Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

thebookquotes:

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

dillydallydarlingz:

how to become immortal:

• break a writer’s heart

thehopefulquotes:

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