What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via elliejune)
What’s terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don’t need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better.
— Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via larmoyante)
I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.
— Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming (via larmoyante)