Our disrespect for thinking: someone sitting in a chair, gazing out of a window blankly, always described as ‘doing nothing’.
What she really craved was a connection. That feeling you got when you knew you were supposed to be with someone.
I read because one life isn’t enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody.
Very often we don’t go elsewhere because we are looking for another person. We go elsewhere because we are looking for another self. It isn’t so much that we want to leave the person we are with as we want to leave the person we have become.
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.