“Companionship is a foreign concept to some people. They fear it as much as the majority of people fear loneliness.”
― Killosophy
― Killosophy
“I am stronger than depression and I am braver than loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.”
― Eat, Pray, Love
― Eat, Pray, Love
“Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even light
couldn’t reach her. Like a fish that couldn’t see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.”
― Made in Heaven: Kazemichi #1
couldn’t reach her. Like a fish that couldn’t see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.”
― Made in Heaven: Kazemichi #1
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
― Everything is Illuminated
― Everything is Illuminated
“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”
― Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year
― Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year
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