"I was so desperate to be understood that I would grab people and shove them inside my heart where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time felt anything."
– Eliot Knight, Via "efidelity"
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful."
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
"I wish you could understand me, but of course it is not the way of this world that we are ever completely understood."
– Murasaki Shikibu
"Sometimes it seems that no one in the world understands you."
– Via "TFIGlobal" website on Google
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In The Mood For Love (2000) // If Beale Street Could Talk (2018)
dir. Wong Kar Wai // Barry Jenkins
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the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth, morgan parker // the truth the dead know, anne sexton.
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you were, foolishly, fatally, more special to me than i ever was to you.
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Memento Mori, Welder Wings
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possibly my problem is also that i take two thousand year old poetry too personally
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When Jo March said, "I care more to be loved. I want to be loved." and when Sylvia Plath said, "I want to love somebody because I want to be loved."
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“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.”
Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death.
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