- I don’t need flowers/to remind me of the fact/that you love me not. (Unknown, haiku)
- I put new people on a pedestal, worshipping them for their surprising kindness to me, for their benevolent notice. How many silver-plated statues have I erected, only to humanize them as I grew to know their vulnerable frailties? (Sylvia Plath)
- If you're going to do something, do it well. And leave something witchy. (Charles Manson)
- What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken? (Tennessee Williams)
- Sometimes I miss you/the way someone drowning/remembers the air. (Tim Seibles)
- Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
- Sometimes I miss you/the way someone drowning/remembers the air. (Tim Seibles)
- I really don’t know what “I love you” means. I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone. (Neil Gaiman)
- If you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it. (Zora Neale Hurston)
- Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness. (Vladimir Nabokov)
- Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it. (David Foster Wallace)
- While there's life there's hope, and only the dead have none. (Theocritus)
- Stop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you. (Joyce Meyer)
- Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts. (Jean-Paul Sartre)
- I endure myself. (E.M. Cioran, in response to a question concerning his daily routine)
- To love is to unwind the long thread of your heart and, at the end, tie a noose. (Sandra Beasley)
- I know a few things about ghosts. The only way to stop them getting inside you is to spend every second of the day thinking about something else. Fighting like that makes you tired, and it doesn’t matter how hard you fight anyway. They chip till they make a crack, and before you know it there’s a ghost squatter in your living room. It’s hard to get them out. Hard because they settle in. Hard because you like the company. (Cath Crowley)
- My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think… and I can’t stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it’s frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire. (Sartre)
- It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. (David Levithan)
- You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank. (Pablo Neruda)
- You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much. (Abraham M. Alghanem)
- I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them. (Anaïs Nin)
- Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The more you expect from people’s response to your experience of abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule. (Henri J. M. Nouwen)
- All I wanted was to be a splinter under your skin. (CJ Evans)
- The sooner you come to accept your condition as a defect, the sooner you will find yourselves in a position to transcend it. (Lady Deathwhisper, World of Warcraft)
- Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside. (Egon Schiele)
- I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. (Anne Sexton)
- Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person. (Gloria Steinem)
- How cruel are those who love us. (Guillaume Apollinaire)
- Loneliness is a dense thing. There’s no data inside a collapsed star. My tongue glides into a ring of silence. My heart beats in practical terms. There is no moon, no cycle, no time. X-rayed a thousand times, my sex is neutered. What cooks inside are sulphur, calcium, and iron—the stuff from blood and bones, the stuff from fermenting stars. (Don Mee Choi)
- Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, “I’m not going to make it”, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way. (Charles Bukowski)
- Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. (Dalai Lama)
- Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go. (E.E. Cummings)
- All his anxiety resolved itself into a sigh and dissolved into apathy and drowsiness. (Ivan Goncharov)
- Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all. (Heinrich Heine)
- What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?” (Toni Morrison)
- every saint has a past and every sinner has a future
- there are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it
- A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion. (Alan Watts)
- The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save - the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour - your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life - the greater is the store of your estranged being. (Karl Marx)
- I am vulnerable. Starved for kindness, and when I receive it, I lose my mind. (Marjorie Liu)
- I can make no statement about reality clearer than my own relationship to reality; and this has a great deal to do with imprecision, uncertainty, transience, incompleteness, or whatever. But this doesn’t explain the pictures. At best it explains what led to their being painted. (Gerhard Richter)
- I'm drinking tea, so let's have a toast, for tomorrow you and I are both nothing.
- Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self. (iddhārtha Gautama)
- They leave me and I love them more. (Maurice Sendak)
- We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger. (TS Eliot, The Cocktail Party)
- I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me. (Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text)
- I have to feel sure of being desired not just tolerated. (Francesca Woodman)
- How deep the void grows. (Charles Baudelaire)
- If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. (Alfred Lord Tennyson.)
- Abandon hope all ye who enter here (Dante, The Inferno)
- Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out. (Thomas Cardinal Wolsey)
- Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose. (Tom Burns)
- Hell is other people. (Sartre)
- Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. (Mary Oliver)
- I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it eternity. (Jerzy Kosiński)
- There’s a thin sheet of glass between me and life. However clearly I see and understand life, I cannot touch it. (Fernando Pessoa)
- I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
- Dread of night. Dread of not-night. (Franz Kafka)
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