I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.
Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.
Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue.
Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark.
in mathematician’s diary:
"My love life is like:
negative discriminant of the quadratic equation - no real solutions;
tg 90° - doesn’t exist;
slope of the constant function - amount to zero”
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life. Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope’.
i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else’s.