Bookworm. Diarist. Potterhead. Interested in Literature, Philosophy, Nature and Art.
'How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought'~Sylvia Plath
"Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. There in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing."
"Too many of us move through our lives with our true selves buried below layers of repressed emotion. With so much energy channeled toward sustaining the repression, there is little left over for the deeper questions."
"As Dante says in the beginning of the Inferno, 'In the midst of life's journey I found myself in a dark wood, for the right path was lost.' I think we're all doing that, in our various ways looking for ourselves in the dark wood."
"She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble."
~Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.🎨Karl Martin August.