Do Not Look For My Heart Any More, The Beasts Have Eaten It.

“Some things are holy enough that they deserve to only be done well. Love, cello, forgiveness.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“I can move everything but on.”

— Omar Holmon, “Precious Little Life”

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

“What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.”

— Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil

“Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic”

— Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (via the-book-diaries)

“It is the small losses that cut one to the heart–the loss of all that other people look upon as almost nothing.”

— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “The Master Builder,”