It’s usually enough for me to look at you and feel I love you. But there are moments when I wish I could get at your own real feelings.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Age Of Reason (via violentwavesofemotion)

I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction.
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Such is the incomprehensible combination, such is the complexity of things, that as I descend the staircase I do not know which is sorrow, which joy. I am upheld by pillars, shored up on either side by stark emotions; but which is sorrow, which is joy? I ask, and do not know, only that I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via requiemforthepast)

No, I’m not clever. I’ve always cared more for people than for ideas.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 8 September 1917. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Language is power. When you turn “torture” into “enhanced interrogation,” or murdered children into “collateral damage,” you break the power of language to convey meaning, to make us see, feel, and care.
Rebecca Solnit, Our Words Are Our Weapons (via vulturechow)

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