Maria

“Time was my Medusa. Time was turning me to stone.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles

“Now I know: I’m alone. I and my freedom that I don’t know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn’t lost doesn’t know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

“I ate you up.
All my need took
you down like a meal.”
― Anne Sexton, The Book of Folly

“My repressed feelings leak out —slowly – in the form of resentment – a continual leakage of resentment.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963