“How privileged you are, to be still passionately clinging to what you love; the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you. (…) Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.”
George Seferis, from Collected Poems (tr. from the Greek by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
[Text ID: If I chose to remain alone, what I longed for / was solitude, not this kind of waiting, / my soul shattered on the horizon, / these lines, these colours, this silence.]
“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.”
“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
I can’t stop thinking about when Susan Sontag said “I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall — like seeking love in a whorehouse.”
“Some of the most comforting words in the world are ‘me too.’ That moment when you find out that your struggle is also someone else’s struggle, and that others have been down the same road as you.”
