I have hated you in every hour that has gone by, I hate you so that I would happily give my life for your death, and happily go to my own doom if only I...

The worse thing I have done in my life is Diary writing…. a wastage of time, wastage of papers filled with some imaginary feelings and bunch of silly activities done each day…. I cant feel...

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.