It’s my diary”, she’d explained. “Every mark I’ve had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I’ve been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here.”There was humour...

From the Diary of the Duchess of RoxburgheI vow, I cannot seem to walk past a window without seeing my great-nephew carrying Miss Balfour somewhere. All great romantic poems have such scenes where the hero,...

Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet...

Yes, i will find you too, my fairy. i will find you

Really, this people, only yesterday so intelligent and discerning, seem to have been overcome by a disease of the mind

You do not know until tried what you are capable of.

I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not...

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one...

It (politician) wants to separate them. And to do so it has chosen the worst, blackest pencil of all – the pencil of war, which spells only misery and death.

Rose, we are here today. Tomorrow we don’t know where life will take us to. So, as long as we have today in our hands, let’s not slip it from our hands. Let’s live it!

I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a...

Maybe we choose to stay in a constant state of ignorance as a protective instinct — maybe I was just in denial. I just don’t get how you can be completely in love with someone...

She abandoned herself to his whim, thinking it was to be an orgy of eyes and hands only.

Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.

All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us...

He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public

So what if he is not part of my present but he is in my future, I know. And everyday I’m going a step closer to my future, to him.

Joshie has always told Post Human Services Staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were because every moment, our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities,...

I need to make myself strong on the inside instead of what is on the outside. I know all of this, but why can’t I put any of it into action? I guess that’s why...

You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to...

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it’s too late to cry. It’s only funerals I can’t stand.

It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

Issues are like tissues. You pull one out and another appears!

If I can only write my memoir once, how do I edit it?

She might not be cinderella to lose her shoe to find her prince or Rapunzel for that matter who will lift him up to set her free only to be lost in him, or Snow-white...

Conspiracy theorists like to claim NASA’s moon landing was faked. Well of course it was! But the biggest conspiracy of all is the Columbus landed in the new world in the late 15th century. There...

In chaos, there is fertility.

I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

Eskiden unlu maddeler pahalı idi. Şimdi de pirinç ve fasulye onları gölgede bıraktı.Yeni zenginler gibi asillerin tarafına geçtiler. Demek siz de, fasulye ve pirinç, bizi terkettiniz?

One minute you’re closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they need only to say the words ‘time apart’, ‘serious talk’ or ‘maybe you…’ and you’re never going to see them...

History is the diary of humankind; to forget it is to try to navigate the future with no memory of the past.

Her Prince! He might not be the handsomest man on earth. Not even the richest one too but he would have the purest of the heart and soul and he will love her with the...

Mrs. Palmer is a teacher so naturally I assumed she would never do anything good for me.

I put artistic values above all others. Because writing, for me, is an expanded world, a limitless world, containing all.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

Love is beyond space and time. It reaches out to the heart of the person that you are missing. Love binds two souls and not two bodies.

You might call him a promiscuous sitter, … He would sit for just about any artist in the last 10 years of his life. He sat for … George Caleb Bingham, who was virtually an...

You know, when life presents you only good things and you idealize them to your way.And abruptly it comes up an avalanche of catastrophes and destroys all your beautiful dreams, as a war that destroys...

The fact is, I have been dead so long and it has been simply such a grim shoving of the hours behind me…since the hideous summer of ’78, when I went down to the deep...

Zoo-Wee Mama!

I don’t have a diary, I don’t write things into a diary. I imprint myself into the sky and when the sunlight shines brightly, I can stand under the sun’s rays and everything I have...

For whatever time I have to live, I intend to enjoy myself.” – Midge Rylander in Eighteen Months To Live.

He will never let her go. Never. she belongs to him..Forever.

Advice to explorers everywhere: if you would like to recieve due credit for your discoveries, keep a detailed account of your journeys as Columbus did. On Septemeber 28, 1492, after four weeks at sea, he...

The platonic love I feel for my cousin, made me write this diary …”Leione

In looking back now, I see how it began in my childhood, altho’ I was not conscious of the necessity until ’67 or ’68 when I broke down first, acutely, and had violent turns of...

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is...

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show...