Jai

“But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.
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But everybody knows life isn't worth living. Deep down I knew perfectly well that it doesn't much matter whether you die at thirty or at seventy, since in either case other men and women will naturally go on living— and for thousands of years.
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At that point, what would disturb my train of thought was the terrifying leap I would feel my heart take at the idea of having twenty more years of life ahead of me. But I simply had to stifle it by imagining what I’d be thinking in twenty years when it would all come down to the same thing anyway. Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.
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It would take all my strength to quiet my heart, to be rational.
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Throughout the whole absurd life I’d lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living.
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for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
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For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“وحدي أدافع عن هواء ٍ ليس لي

وحدي أدافع عن هواء ٍ ليس لي

وحدي على سطح المدينة واقف ٌ

أيوب مات ، وماتت ِ العنقاء ُ ‘ وانصرف َ الصحابة

وحـــدي . أراود نفسي َ الثكلى فتأبى أن تســاعدني على نفسي

ووحـــدي …. كنت وحدي

عندما قاومت وحــدي … وحدة الروح الأخيــرة”
― محمود درويش, مديح الظل العالي

“I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely”
― Sylvia Plath

“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
― Sylvia Plath