#diary

I never kept a diary, but I wrote detailed notes of my travels. ↗

— David Rockefeller

#diary #i #kept #never #notes

I've been keeping a diary for thirty-three years and write in it every morning. Most of it's just whining, but every so often there'll be something I can use later: a joke, a description, a quote. It's an invaluable aid when it comes to winning arguments. 'That's not what you said on February 3, 1996,' I'll say to someone. ↗

— David Sedaris

#been #comes #description #diary #every

The rest of my work, besides sketching and keeping a diary, which was the most troublesome of all, consisted in making geological and zoological collections. ↗

— John H. Speke

#collections #consisted #diary #geological #keeping

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it. ↗

— James M. Barrie

#compares #diary #every #every man #his

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#esthetic #interesting #love #seduction #the-seducer-s-diary

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. ↗

— Spalding Gray

#desire #despair #diary #longing #monologue

There is beauty in the midst of tragedy. As if beauty were condensing in the heart of ugliness. It's very strange. ↗

— Hélène Berr

#beauty

...she said that life was too precious to cast away; that even the foulest and meanest expression of life was precious, full of grandeur and inestimable beauty, although we are often too blind to recognize it. ↗

— Christi Phillips

#beauty

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more... ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#happiness #journal #life #life

I really don't know what's happened to me, but I have changed from top to toe. I am living in a strange mixture of memories of yesterday and today. ↗

— Hélène Berr

#change