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".. “What do you dream about?” , “Home,” said the boy. “Oh, what’s that like?”, “I don’t know. I’m not sure.”, “Mmm.”, “But I know I need one.” .." ):

"Imagine how we would be if we were less afraid"

"“Isn’t it odd, we can only see our outsides but nearly everything happens on the inside."

"Pledge my undying love."

"Would those eyes ever not make me consumed with want, with a claustrophobia that had nothing to do with small spaces and everything to do with the fear of being trapped in a space where she wasn't?"

"To be comfortable inside one’s sadness is not valueless. This too will pass. All things tend towards transience, mutability. It is in such mindful moments, when everything is both held and released, that revelation comes."

“He feels victimhood strongly. Something has been taken from him.” Men.

"The one who loves less is always loved more." ..Well, hello?

"No man is entirely contented."

"Under my current circumstances? The Pacific Ocean wouldn't be large enough. I could still feel her warmth."

i usually don’t read this kind of tropes, but so far i like anyana’s character, on the other hand vuk not so much.

”The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them.”

”Stone pine. We gather them in July.”
”Then you smell like July.”

"In illness words seems to possess a mystic quality."

‘What if you never see her again?’
‘Then I’ll take a vow of celibacy and live in the mountains for the rest of my life.’ if he ain't like this, i don't want him.

”I seemed to be imprisoned in my own head, without the chance to test myself, and I was frustrated. There had been small alarming episodes, not normal impulses of depression, not a destructiveness expressed symbolically, but something more. Now these events have no before and after, they return to my mind in an order that is always different.”

”I seemed to be falling backward toward my mother, my grandmother, the chain of mute or angry women I came from.”

“I felt that I was suffocating, it seemed to me that I was betraying myself.” To be a mother.

"I taught myself to be present only if they wanted me present and to speak only if they asked me to speak. It was what they required of me and I gave it to them." i wonder if that is what our mothers truly think of..

”A woman’s body does a thousand different things, toils, runs, studies, fantasizes, invents, wearies, and meanwhile the breasts enlarge, the lips of the sex swell, the flesh throbs with a round life that is yours, your life, and yet pushes elsewhere, draws away from you although it inhabits your belly, joyful and weighty, felt as a greedy impulse & yet repellent, like an insect’s poison injected into a vein”

“you just have to listen—the unspoken says more than the spoken.”

“How I suffered for her and for myself, how ashamed I was to have come out of the belly of such an unhappy person.” ):

"we do not know our own souls, let alone souls of others."

"there is, let us confess it, an illness in the great confessional, a childish outspokenness in illness; things are said, truths blurted out, which the cautious respectability of health conceals."

"but sympathy we cannot have, if her children, weighted as they already are with sorrow, were to take on them that burden too, adding in imagination other pains to their own, buildings would cease to rise; roads would peter out into grassy tracks; there would be an end of music and of paintings; one great sigh alone would rise to heaven, and the only attitudes for men and women would be those of horror and despair."

"it is not only a new language that we need, more primitive, more sensual, more obscene, but a new hierarchy of the passions love must be deposed in favor of a temperature of 104; jealousy gives place to the pangs of sciatica; sleeplessness play the part of villain, and the hero becomes a white liquid with a sweet taste, that mighty prince with the moths' eyes and the feathered feet, one of whose names is chloral."

"the merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her. but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor, and language at once runs dry. there is nothing ready made for him. he is forced to coin words himself, and, take his pain in one hand, and a lump of pure sounds in another. so to crush them together had a brand new word in the end drops out."