"I thought words could save us,
but I should have known better.
Nothing I said would
have made you stay."
I have to look at myself as the trunk of a tree:
the wounded tree expands, growing through me.
Pope John Paul II, from “A Tale of a Wounded Tree” in The Place Within, trans. by Jerzy Peterkiewicz (Random House, 1982)
"Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin."
Ian Fleming, The Spy Who Loved Me. (via saneinsane)
"I never could bear the idea of anyone expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite."
Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays (Vintage, 1989)
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This seems slightly unbelievable. I wonder what the context is? What’s happening outside of the frame of this photo? — Wright