Cait

“Alone, unknown, unloved, I die...and the room had grown a ghostly thorax, with a heart unknown, unloved - but not alone”
― Vladimir Nabokov, [Collected Poems (Penguin Modern Classics)] [By: Nabokov, V.] [August, 2013]

“Sometimes I feel quite distinctly what is inside of me is not all of me. There's something else, sublime, quite indestructible, some tiny fragment of the universal spirit. Don't you feel that?”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward

“But now I accept being what I am, I have learned modesty. All I can say is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims - and as far as possible one must refuse to be on the side of the pestilence.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.”
― Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923