“Or perhaps is is that time doesn’t heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.”—Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us
“I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald
“People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes.”—Amedeo Modigliani
“I am who I am, and I do what I do.” — Alex Maita
“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”—Elbert Hubbard
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”—William Goldman
"Nature is not mute, but modern man is deaf."