Wyatt Monyok

“This afternoon I couldn't get out of bed, not because I was too tired but because I was too "heavy" - again and again that word, it's the only one that fits me, do you understand this at all? It's something like the “heaviness” of a ship which has lost its rudder and which says to the waves: "I'm too heavy for myself and for you too light".”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Your smile more enduring, when it illuminates your sorrow.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“You wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

“And, long after the amorous relation is allayed, I keep the habit of hallucinating the being I have loved: sometimes I am still in anxiety over a telephone call that is late, and no matter who is on the line, I imagine I recognize the voice I once loved: I am an amputee who still feels pain in his missing leg.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments