Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”
It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.
—Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva
Do you understand yourself? You are attempting to express such inexpressible things.
— Henry Miller, from “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller.”
Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”
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Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?
It knows that I tend to cling to potential in the dark, that I am myself only as I am beguiled by the moon’s lunatic luster,
Patricia Smith, from ’The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon’
[…] he was quite consciously afraid of society, which he knew by instinct to be a malevolent, partly-insane beast.
D. H. Lawrence, from ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’
[…] sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in […]
Jane Austen, from ‘Sense and Sensibility’
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