“Space is a precious thing to waste. You don't want to fill your house with anything that doesn't directly add to your happiness.”
“If you don't fill your days with love, you are wasting your life.”
“A blank space on a form, the missing page, a void, a hole in your knowledge of someone--it's still some real thing. It exists. You don't get to fill it in with whatever you want.”
“Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.”
“You don't have to feel like a waste of space, your original can not be replaced”
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."[Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]”