Maria

“Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ⁠without identity.
and never care how rain may steep,
⁠or snow may cover me –”
― Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems

“My love wants to incorporate her totally, to eat her. My love is selfish.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

“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 am furious with myself. My disguises no longer protect me.”
― Sylvia Plath