Diana

“Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the cities there are thousands of rolling stones like me. We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing. When one of us dies, they scarcely know where to bury him. Our landlady and the delicatessen man are our mourners, and we leave nothing behind us but a frock-coat and a fiddle, or an easel, or a typewriter, or whatever tool we got our living by. All we have ever managed to do is to pay our rent, the exorbitant rent that one has to pay for a few square feet of space near the heart of things. We have no house, no place, no people of our own. We live in the streets, in the parks, in the theatres. We sit in restaurants and concert halls and look about at the hundreds of our own kind and shudder.”
― Willa Cather , O Pioneers!

“In any case, is a man’s heart not a vast solitude where no one else ever ventures? The passions that penetrate it are like travellers in the Sahara Desert: they are stifled and die, and their cries are not heard beyond its confines”.”
― Gustave Flaubert, November

“Love is not weakness. It's the bravest act of our lives.”
― Georgia Scott, American Girl: Memories That Made Me

“I had sworn to myself – an oath which I still kept in 1940 – never to write a single word that affirmed war or disparaged another nation.”
― Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday