“I am both worse and better than you thought.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
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When I die, I know I am going to heaven because I have spent my life in hell
- Barbara Hesselman Kautz
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I carry your breath in my hands like warm sun at dusk. Your laughter vines through my hair, roots growing into my heart
- Patty Dickson Pieczka, "Autumn", Beyond the Moon's White Claw
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September; it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows and regret
- Alexander Theroux
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I want the dead lovers of our world to hear our laughter, to grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain
Oscar Wilde
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I know this transformation is painful but you're not falling apart; you're just falling into something different. with a new capacity to be beautiful
-William C. Hannan
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Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened by responsibility
- Sigmund Freud
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It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection; through art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence
-Oscar Wilde
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The problem with the world is that intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence
- Charles Bukowski
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The loneliness of being unseen by others is as fundamental a pain as physical injury, but it doesn't show on the outside. Emotional loneliness is a vague and private experience, not easy to see or describe. you might call it a feeling of emptiness or being alone in the world. Some people have called this feeling existential loneliness, bt there's nothing existential about it. If you feel it, it came from your family
Lindsay C. Gibson, “Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents”
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My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I'm not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender
Anna White
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