Hana

“…how the empty hole in my heart grew— and infected the whole heart.”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“They have too many colors, too much life. They are not quiet, quiet, like the little emptinesses I carry.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“— she was inept. Inept for living. She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“What I’ve learned, time and again: Get up. You cannot have what they have.”
― Jane Wong