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

“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

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

“- Are you sad? Do you want me to leave?
- I’m not sad, but I’m blocked. My whole past seems to stop me. I can’t let go. I feel as if I can inhale but not exhale. I’m just constrained, unnatural.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus