Hara

“He was reaching to light a cigarette with his last match when his hands began to tremble. The match went out, and he stood there holding the empty matchbook and the cigarette, staring at the vast expanse of trees at the end of the bright meadow.
“Harry, we have to love each other,” she said. “We’ll just have to love each other,” she said.”
― Raymond Carver, Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?

“-Είναι ένας παράξενος πόνος.
Σιγανά.
-Να πεθαίνεις από νοσταλγία για κάτι που δε θα ζήσεις ποτέ.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Silk

“I've learned that it helps to talk about [anxiety]. Unfortunately I think most people would still get more sympathy from their colleagues and bosses at work if they show up looking rough one morning and say 'I'm hungover' than if they say 'I'm suffering from anxiety.' But I think we pass people in the street every day who feel the same as you and I, many of them just don't know what it is. Men and women going around for months having trouble breathing and seeing doctor after doctor because they think there's something wrong with their lungs. All because it's so damn difficult to admit that something else is...broken. That it's an ache in our soul, invisible lead weights in our blood, an indescribable pressure in our chest. Our brains are lying to us, telling us we're going to die. But there's nothing wrong with our lungs, Zara.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

“It appears to me that the most highly evolved Earthling creatures find being alive embarrassing or much worse.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake