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“I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist.' In thousands of agonies -- I exist. I'm tormented on the rack -- but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar -- I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Thus to get the princess, to live
with her joyfully and happily day in and day out (for it is also conceivable that
the knight of resignation might get the princess, but that his soul had discerned the
impossibility of their future happiness), thus to live joyfully and happily every
instant by virtue of the absurd, every instant to see the sword hanging over the
head of the beloved, and yet to find repose in the pain of resignation, but joy by
virtue of the absurd—this is marvellous.”
― Soren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling