Mo Kelly

“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“I am a monster, I realised, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin. There'd be nothing wrong with that, if it weren't for the fact that every so often the monster wants to be loved and cosseted and has to grovel, whining, back to the world of men.”
― Marlen Haushofer, Die Mansarde

“- My mystery is simple: I don't know how to be alive. - Because you only know, or only knew, how to be alive through pain.”
― Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves