Why am I compelled to write?… Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger… To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispel the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit… Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.
written by Gloria Anzaldúa (via youormeamplified)

(via rememo)

Disappointments are to the soul, what the thunderstorm is to the air.
written by Friedrich von Schiller (via ryandonato)

Shelby loved words, but she would be the first to tell you that they had a habit of letting you down. Most of the time, the words that were NOT written were the ones you needed most.
written by Second Glance (Jodi Picoult)  (via language-of-literature)