Anne

“Man. (alone). We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days
Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
In all the days of this detested yoke —
This vital weight upon the struggling heart,
Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain,
Or joy that ends in agony or faintness — 170
In all the days of past and future — for
In life there is no present — we can number
How few — how less than few — wherein the soul
Forbears to pant for death, and yet draws back
As from a stream in winter, though the chill
Be but a moment’s.”
― Lord Byron, Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron

“After a year of therapy, my psychiatrist said to me, "Maybe life isn't for everyone.”
― Larry Brown

“She knows who she is. She just forgot for a little while.”
― Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984