Rathia

“My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becomg the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.”
― Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

“What is there to fear in such a regular world?”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Life, of course, never gets anyone's entire attention. Death always remains interesting, pulls us, draws us.”
― Janet Malcolm, The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes