It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
Years cannot erase the harshest of memories, not with a museum of wreckage so close at hand. Such is the stuff of trauma and loss. No recovery is full. At some point though, a wound will become a scar and then mysteriously that scar will become another tack on a map reminding you of where you’ve been. I think I’ve said that before. I guess some things are worth saying again. And some places, no matter how far away, no matter how unlikely or broken, will always feel like home to me.
Andrew McMahon
I travelled around. I got on trains. I didn’t wash. I just did the studenty thing I hadn’t done when my mates had done it. And it was great. I read as many books as I could, went out, very rarely got recognized. It was an important thing to do.
Keira Knightley, about her year off at 22