jennyBunz:
“Let's take a drive into the middle of nowhere with a packet of Marlboro lights and talk about our lives.”
jennyBunz:
"And this is why I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering. Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, and no birds sing."
jennyBunz:
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
jennyBunz:
“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.”
jennyBunz:
"The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another."
jennyBunz:
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to"
jennyBunz:
“She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will. ”
jennyBunz:
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
jennyBunz:
“I've always thought of wholeness and integration as necessary myths. We're fragmented beings who cement ourselves together, but there are always cracks. Living with the cracks is part of being, well, reasonably healthy.”
jennyBunz:
“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past:"
jennyBunz:
“Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.”
jennyBunz:
“Boundaries are the lines we draw that mark off our autonomy and that of other people, that protect our privacy and that of others. Boundaries allow for intimate connection without dissolving or losing one's sense of self.”
jennyBunz:
“The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion”
jennyBunz:
"A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her."
jennyBunz:
"And memory is not strictly mortal in its nature, either. It is a strange thing, after all, to be able to return to a moment, when it can hardly be said to have any reality at all, even in its passing."
jennyBunz:
“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.” ― Anaïs Nin, Henry & June
jennyBunz:
“The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.” ― Henry Miller
jennyBunz:
"We manufacture stories, after all, from the fleeting sensory material that bombards us at every instant, a fragmented series of pictures, conversations, odors, and the touch of things and people."
jennyBunz:
“Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed. ”
jennyBunz:
Don't Turn Away. Keep Looking at the Bandaged Place. That's Where the Light Enters You.
jennyBunz:
"The insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts."
jennyBunz:
“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”
jennyBunz:
"First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination."
