RIGHT So When I Started My Sociology Course In College, My Teacher Stated Us Off With 

We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker (via the-book-diaries)

— Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”, from Glass, Irony and God

“Everyone with a beating heart deserves to be saved.”

— J.R. Ward

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. 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

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via the-book-diaries)

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

“Life is hard. And so are my nipples as the nurse changes your IV. Baby, I wanna play doctor.”

— Kay Kron, “Doctor”

i rub the scratches on my arms. the deep indigo around my eyes. i draw a bath.

hold my head underwater. come up when my lungs flail their fists. i drink in the air

like holy wine, like my last salvation. tomorrow may burn. but i’ll be ready for it.

— Wanda Deglane, from “This Ending I Learn to Love,” published in Glass