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I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

– Elizabeth Wurtzel

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All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

– Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

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Who's the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

– Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger

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Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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We have art in order not to die from the truth.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.

– Claude Monet

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“if i told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like i’m the sun?”

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Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

– Kobayashi Issa

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I'm a master of speaking silently—all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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What you want is someone to take hold of you. Gently, gently, with love.

– Tennessee Williams

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And inside us there is a talk, that doesn't need an ear to hear it, but a heart to feel it.

– Nizar Qabbani

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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

– Edgar Allen Poe

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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

– Edgar Allen Poe

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We lose ourselves in things we love. We find ourselves there, too.

– Kristin Martz

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How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

– JRR Tolkien

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How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

– JRR Tolkien

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Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don’t apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I’m thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.

– Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen