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“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“He said, "In the midst of hate, I
found there was, within me, an invincible
love. In the midst of tears, I found there
was, within me, an invincible smile. In the
midst of chaos, I found there was, within me,
an invincible calm. I realized, through it all,
that in the midst of winter, 1 found there
was, within me, an invincible summer. And
that makes me happy. For it says that no
matter how hard the world pushes against
me, within me, there's something stronger-
something better, pushing right back.”
― Albert Camus

“If Affection is made the absolute sovereign of a human life the seeds will germinate. Love, having become a god, becomes a demon.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you dies. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun