It’s been raining all week. How I love the rainy season with its mild cold weather.
Since I’ve become fond of Tumbler, jotting down writer quotes has been fun and I’ve kept a few which I fancy describe the person that I am. Perhaps. 🙂
I have punished myself by telling everyone about my life.
— Vaslav Nijinsky, The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky.
The head is too wise. The heart is all fire.
|—||Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King|
I don’t profess to be different from my kind. I’m consumed by the same wants and the same longings.
|—||Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence|
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.
|—||Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey|
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.
|—||Anna Kamieńska, A Nest of Quiet|
Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.
|—||Daniel Keyes, Flowers For Algernon|
I do not think I have it in me anymore to struggle and fight and suffer; I want to be quiet and happy.
|—||Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters|
She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.
|—||Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden|
I approach most things in life with a dangerous level of confidence to balance my generally low self-esteem.
|—||Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist|
4 thoughts on “the way I am according to them”
one of my favourite quotes you have inserted into your post also love the photo you used wish you could remember were you got it from. check my new post out when you get a minute 🙂
And I wish I knew which quote I had inserted that you liked. 🙂
The one about not having the energy to entertain pointless relationships 🙂
EDITED (march 2018)
Fragments of a woman so naive, sentimental, distant, wild
no different, however, from all other mortals
a thinker a feeler
a grand paradox
— a blend of depth, shallowness, sensitivity, coldheartedness.
with a head too wise constantly battling a heart on fire
She could only love in full luster
Then she disappears from the light
her return a sure thing or not.
Alas, you have many more layers to peel