Olivia Quotes
This is what's so terrifying about being lonely: the instinctive sense that it is literally repulsive, inhibiting contact at just the moment contact is most required.
Collapse, spread, merging, union: these things sound like the opposite of loneliness, and yet intimacy requires a solid sense of self to be successful and satisfying.
There are kinds of solitude that provide a respite from loneliness, a holiday if not a cure.
Why do you put yourself in unsafe places? Because something in you feels fundamentally devoid of worth.
What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast.
Showing your true self sometimes don't give you any benefit, but at least you do honest to your self and God.
Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.
I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of as being love.
Every choice we make affects the other. It always has… We share our choices and our burdens. But that way neither of us has to carry the weight alone—You have never been alone.
The messages must be stuck somewhere in the tube of light underneath the ocean that connects London and New York.
Ninety percent of my work is crap, ” he continued. “Another nine percent is mediocre, and then there are those rare gems that are actually useable.
You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”“If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.
Isn't it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling.
Charlotte blanched. 'I'm only a maid, miss.''A maid is still a woman.
Writer's block, for me, is merely a way of saying "I'm too lazy to sit down and give it the proper time." I want to be a progressive writer, not a lazy one.
I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.
No order, no pattern, just chaos. Lots of little universes separated by invisible screens . . .
I couldn't decide what kind of person she was, whether she was one of those insects that look exactly like wasps but aren't . . . I just wanted to know if she would sting.
I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.
Man with goatee. Man who looked like a Beatle. All the Beatles at once. Woman wearing newspaper hat. I'd grown used to how weird New Yorkers were, and I could fit them into types.
She was limp and pathetic and woozy and I loved her, I realised, even more because I knew how completely it was doomed.
Yeah!' I said again, widening my eyes and nodding slowly but emphatically to show that she had seen into my own symmetrical soul.
To me, it was clear proof of the existence of supersymmetry, the idea that every particle has a partner. She was mine.
It was the day he learned that smart, witty girls were brighter than sunlight.
Suddenly I had to laugh. It was like realising you definitely need to projectile vomit when you thought you had it under control in some imprisoning form of public space.
This guy is funny. But is he safe? And how much is that worth when the world itself has ceased to exist?
I read the Scriptures at the American Cathedral on Christmas and Easter that's it. It's a task I love.
The whole process of winning the pageant has been so amazing, I'm really excited to move forward into all kinds of projects.
There are so many young women in film school right now, and it's just about foreign sales companies, domestic sales companies agreeing to finance films directed by and starring women.
You never know what the future holds, so I am just enjoying being happy, healthy, and having my wonderful husband by my side.