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  • #1
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #3
    Franz Kafka
    “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
    Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

  • #4
    Franz Kafka
    “I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #7
    Franz Kafka
    “In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “Yours

    (now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #9
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #10
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Stories and Poems

  • #11
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #12
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #13
    Tennessee Williams
    “I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.”
    Tennessee Williams

  • #14
    Tennessee Williams
    “All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.”
    Tennessee Williams

  • #15
    Ned Vizzini
    “The absolute worst part of being depressed is the food. A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships. I don't think your relationship with your parents is that important. Some people never know their parents. I don't think your relationship with your friends are important. But your relationship with air-that's key. You can't break up with air. You're kind of stuck together. Only slightly less crucial is water. And then food. You can't be dropping food to hang with someone else. You need to strike up an agreement with it.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”
    Franz Kafka, Kafka's Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

    --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962”
    Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is everybody else sick too?' I asked with some hope.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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