Nikos Kazantzakis, From A Letter Featured In The Selected Letters Of Nikos Kazantzakis

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

Who am I, you ask?

I wish I knew

I wish I could tell you the stories and anecdotes of my life

And how I became the person I am today

But I’m not a person you see

I am but a reflection

A mirror

I am who you are

And when I am alone

I am no one

If life is a blank canvas waiting to be painted, I don't have any colours of my own. Every faint pencil line, every stroke of paint be it black or golden was borrowed. Nothing that makes me who I am is truly my own. I am but a collection of everything that has impacted me deeply, some aspects may be beautiful and some tragic. So to everyone who cared enough to look my way, I may have painted the picture but thank you for letting me dip my brush into your paint by spending time with me and creating memories, even though we didn't know it at the time.

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

It’s this or I feel nothing at all

Rotting, waiting for the inevitable is a very regular activity over here

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