julieta

“-Hijo, un animal demasiado solitario se come a sí mismo.”
― Sara Gallardo, Eisejuaz

“My dear Mr FitzGeorge!' cried Lady Slane. 'You really mustn't talk as though my life had been a tragedy. I had everything that most women would covet: position, comfort, children, and a husband I loved. I had nothing to complain of - nothing.'
'Except that you were defrauded of the one thing that mattered. Nothing matters to an artist except the fulfilment of his gift. You know that as well as I do. Frustrated, he grows crooked like a tree twisted into an unnatural shape. All meaning goes out of life, and life becomes existence - a makeshift. Face it, Lady Slane. Your children, your husband, your splendour, were nothing but obstacles that kept you from yourself. They were what you chose to substitute for your real vocation. You were too young, I suppose, to know any better, but when you chose that life you sinned against the light.”
― Vita Sackville-West, All Passion Spent

“She found herself suddenly surrounded by a host of assumptions. It was assumed that she trembled for joy in his presence, languished in his absence, existed solely (but humbly) for the furtherance of his ambitions, and thought him the most remarkable man alive, as she herself was the most favoured of women, a belief in which everybody was fondly prepared to indulge her. Such was the unanimity of these assumptions that she was almost persuaded into believing them true.”
― Vita Sackville-West, All Passion Spent

“I’m scared of this. I’m scared of being happy. I’m scared of wanting things and not getting them.’ I hesitated. ‘Or getting them and then losing them. Or getting them, and having them, and it not being enough. I’m scared of what happens after the happy ending.’ I”
― Ewa Ramsey, The Morbids