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“Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka! Do you know how far you have reconciled me to myself? Do you know now that I shall not think so ill of myself, as I have at some moments? Do you know that, maybe, I shall leave off grieving over the crime and sin of my life? for such a life is a crime and a sin. And do not imagine that I have been exaggerating anything — for goodness’ sake don’t think that, Nastenka: for at times such misery comes over me, such misery. . . . Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful! Meanwhile, you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you; you hear, you see, men living in reality; you see that life for them is not forbidden, that their life does not float away like a dream, like a vision; that their life[…]”
― Dostoyevsky Fyodor, White Nights

“According to her the vibes in here are very destructive to my well-being. I’m pretty sure the only thing in my apartment that’s destructive to my well-being is me.”
― Elissa Sussman, Funny You Should Ask

“Every one of us is like an island; alone and lonely. It's not a bad thing. Solitude sets us free, just as loneliness brings depth to our lives.”
― Hwang Bo-reum, Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop

“As writer James Baldwin puts it, “Nothing can be changed until it is faced.”
― Marisa G. Franco, Platonic: How the Science of Attachment Can Help You Make—and Keep—Friends