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    Chase Brooks
    “When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.”
    Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance

  • #2
    Henri J.M. Nouwen
    “When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
    Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #4
    Elizabeth Wurtzel
    “I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible...”
    Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

  • #5
    Haruki Murakami
    “But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #6
    Colleen Hoover
    “I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night.”
    Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

  • #7
    عمرو صبحي
    “أحياناً يقف خوفنا من خسارة الآخرين لنا- بمحض ارادتهم- حاجزاً بيننا وبينهم إلى الحد الذي يدفعنا إلى خسارتهم اختيارياً خوفاً من تلك اللحظة التي يقررون فيها التخلي عنا .”
    عمرو صبحي, يوميات كهل صغير السن

  • #8
    عمرو صبحي
    “أكثر اللحظات التي تؤرقني هي لحظات ما قبل النوم.. حيث تتجرّد من كل ما تتشاغل به عن مشاكلك الحقيقية، وترقد وحدك في سرير لتتوحد مع آلامك.. ويمرّ شريط حياتك بالكامل بشكل سينمائي أمام عينيك مهما حاولت الهروب منه، تصبح فجأة وجبة شهيّة للأفكار لتنهشك حيّا، إلى الحد الذي يدفعك للبكاء، وابكِ ما استطعت”
    عمرو صبحي, يوميات كهل صغير السن



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