Hayley

“To write you I first cover myself with perfume.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“If the twinkling of the stars pains me, if this distant communication is possible, it is because something almost like a star quivers within me.”
― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

“And I am in the world as free and slender as a deer on the plain. I get up as soft as a breath of air, raise my sleepy flower head, my feet light, I cross fields beyond the earth, world, time, God.”
― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart