Mackenzie Noiles

“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

“My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”
― james joyce, Dubliners

“Je voulus cent fois me tuer, mais j'aimais encore la vie. Cette faiblesse ridicule est peut-être un de nos penchants les plus funestes : car y a-t-il rien de plus sot que de vouloir porter continuellement un fardeau qu'on veut toujours jeter par terre ? D'avoir son être en horreur, et de tenir à son être ? Enfin de caresser le serpent qui nous dévore, jusqu'à ce qu'il nous ait mangé le cœur ?”
― Voltaire, Candide

“For life has worn me down: continual uneasiness, concealment of my knowledge, pretense, fear, a painful straining of all my nerves—not to let down, not to ring out … and even to this day I still feel an ache in that part of my memory where the very beginning of this effort is recorded, that is, the occasion when I first understood that things which to me had seemed natural were actually forbidden, impossible, that any thought of them was criminal.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading