And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone.
All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.
I don’t want to be liked, particularly, I’d like to be understood.
Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.
She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each other’s deepest feelings and instincts, that they spend their lives side by side, linked it may be, but not mingled, and that each one’s inmost being must go through life eternally alone.
He plunges into fear through his movies. The major fears…death, illness, suffering, abandonment, fear of not being loved, fear of not being the focus, fear of being invisible, fear of not being heard. He has a drive to see and talk about the world without fat, so to speak, by removing the mask. Because a lot can be covered up and to get close to the skin, you need courage. You need the desire to find inside oneself a kind of humility, as well.
It’s a pointless question to ask yourself if you’re happy. Being able to say you are not unhappy is a great thing already. I think the word "happiness" should only be used with great care. You can use it to describe moments, perhaps. What is happiness? It’s elation. A positive feeling that suddenly jumps beyond merely feeling good. And that’s nice, if you’re reasonably content in your life. If you’re satisfied, with a reasonably clear conscience, if you live reasonably well, then that’s a huge privilege. Not many achieve that.
never trust a God that can’t be questioned.
I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.
I tell her how isolated I feel and how lonely I am and hungry and tired and she says ‘oh.’
"The New Art" by Yone Noguchi
The Pilgrimage, 1912
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