A Lighthouse of Quotes

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

—Friedrich Nietzsche 

I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

—Mary Kate Teske

Always when judging
Who people are,
Remember to footnote
The words “So far.

—Robert Brault

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

—C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

This book is a work of art.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

—David Levithan

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.

—Finn Butler

Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.

—Unknown

In fact, my soul and yours are the same. You appear in me, I appear in you. We hide in each other.

—Rumi

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

—Henry David Thoreau