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“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
― Emily Dickinson

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?”
― Emily Dickinson

“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
― Emily Dickinson

“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“Art is to look at not to criticize.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“the truth is, I am heartily sick of this life & of the nineteenth century in general. (I am convinced that every thing is going wrong.)”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there are hope.”
― Oscar Wilde, Dorian Gray: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

“And so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family.”
― Franz Kafka, On the Tram

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
― Henry David Thoreau