- "I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty."
- "She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum."
- "She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.."
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life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time."
- "Love me, because love doesn't exist, and i have tried everything that does."
- "She repeats things until they are true, or until she can't tell whether they are true or not."
- "'I am not sad', he would repeat to himself over and over. 'I am not sad'. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others- the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad."
- This is love, she though, isn't it? When you notice someone else's absence and hate it more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?"
- I must inform you, Jonathan, that I am a very sad person. I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is always something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world then who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky."
- "She knew that even if he thought he loved her, he did not lover her."
- "They lay in silence, thinking their own thoughts, each trying to know the other's. They were becoming strangers on top of each other."
- "'You're not alone', she said. 'You only feel alone.' 'To feel alone is to be alone. That's what it is.'"
feb 25 2010 ∞
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