Several times I asked myself, “Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?” And I searched for an answer to my questions in every area of knowledge acquired by man. For a long time I carried on my painstaking search; I did not search casually, out of mere curiosity, but painfully, persistently, day and night, like a dying man seeking salvation. I found nothing. Leo Tolstoy 

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I am inside someone
who hates me. Amiri Baraka, “An Agony. As Now.” 

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Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound. Sara Zarr, Story of a Girl 

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To be or not to be? Bitch I might be William Shakespeare

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A desk is a dangerous place from which to view the world. John le Carré 

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I wonder what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self destruction. Like as if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear. Daul Kim

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Did you hear them talking? Yes, yes you did. Did their opinion matter? Perhaps a little, perhaps not at all. Now, do you hear your own voice? Yes, yes; only to this shiny, fragile string of dreams you shall respond to. Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Late Notebooks

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I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance. Jon Stewart

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. Haruki Murakami

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We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. Ray Bradbury  

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And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living. Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet 

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You can’t fill loneliness with people you have no intention of loving. Codi Ann Thomsen

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