Sivan

“As I was always a gloomy, morose sort of individual, my friends easily forgot me; of course, they would have forgotten me all the same, without that excuse.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“A man of peace, he asked nothing more of life than that it should cease to disturb him.”
― Norman Collins, London Belongs to Me

“Anne felt sad. People parted, years passed, they met again — and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren’t as bright or attractive as they had been.”
― Jacqueline Susann, Valley of the Dolls