Mikre-Ab

“Nevertheless, there was a reasonable hope that, having been unable to attend the concert, for reasons she would explain, she'll be waiting for him outside, at the stage door. She wasn't there. And since the fate of hopes is always to breed more hopes, which is why, despite so many disappointments they have not yet died out in the world, she might be waiting for him outside this building with a smile on her lips and the letter in her hand, Here you are, as promised. She wasn't there either,”
― José Saramago, Death with Interruptions

“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it? And as you split frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is God's will and His grace toward you and that, that, is beautiful, and part of a greater certainty, as your own father always said in his sermons and to you at home. And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember: You will be dead and buried soon enough.”
― Paul Harding, Tinkers

“One night at a bar late, you pick up a hobby of a person that somehow grows into a habit”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“...with their minds turned agonizingly inward, people with depression are usually dangerous only to themselves. The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence.”
― William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness