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Dating had become a source of instant gratifi-cation, an extension of narcissism, and nothing to do with connection with another person. Time and time again, I had created intensity with a man and confused it with intimacy. It was overblown, needless intensity, not a close connection with another person. Intensity and intimacy. How could I have got them so mixed up?

,,You feel like you're going to fall because you're broken into a hundred different floating pieces, she told me. You're all over the place. You've got no rooting.
You don't know how to be with yourself”

,,I feel like nothing is holding me together any more, I told her”

'Of course you do, she said with a new softness.
"You've got no sense of self.?

DAMN

"Nina is everything you say. It's too much."
"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug.
"Maybe you're just not enough." BROOOOOO

After that - in spite of the Girl Scouts and the piano lessons and the water-colour lessons and the dancing lessons and the sailing camp, all of which my mother scrimped to give me, and college, with crewing in the mist before breakfast and black-bottom pies and the little new firecrackers of ideas going off every day - 1 had never been really happy again.

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up

,,Idecided to expect nothing from Buddy Willard.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” Hell yeah

,,and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn't hide the truth much longer. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.”

I wanted to hear the murmur of its water again, to escape the sun and the strain and the women's tears, and to find shade and rest again at last.

Bro i loved this book but this one aspect at the emd will ruin this for me😭

Narazie dnf, moze kiedys do niej wroce

I think i know who killed her

,,Rozlega sie miaukniçcie. Obydwoje odwracamy gto-
wy. Na szafce katalogowej obok dizwi siedzi Félicette.
Syczy na Guya, a ten wybatusza ze zdumienia oczy.
- Co jest, kur...?
Kotka rzuca sie z pazurami na jego twarz. Guy podska-kuje jak oszalaty ze zwierzeciem na gtowie, otwierajac mi
droge ucieczki.” Nieno ja już nwm czy czytam czy oglądam kreskòwke

,,Ogarnia mnie czyste, zywe, zwie-rzece przerazenie. Czy tak sie wasnie czuja bohaterki Krzy-ku? I Krzyku 2 i 3? I 4? Nie pamietam, czy nakrecili piata czesc... Boze, umre, zanim nakreca Krzyk 5!” OMOJ BOZE YOU ARE SOOO QUIRKY 😐😐😐

,,Guy wyciaga cos z kieszen. Nie. Nie!
Tylko nie to!
- Pistolet? - pytam z przerazeniem.
- Tak. - Odpowiada prawie prepraszajaco. Swiat sie
zatrzymuje.” Oficjalnie przyznaje nagrode za najgłupszy dialog jaki kiedykolwiek przeczytałam ps. Main villain nazywa sie GUY KOWALSKI NO JAPIE

Czasem wyobrazam sobie, ze nocny pociag metra jest wypelniony ludzmi, tórych poznatam dawno temu, oraz tymi
jeszcze nieokreslonymi, których poznam przypadkiem w odlegtej
przysztosci. To zbiór ludzi tworzacych cate moje zycie. Wiekszosc
osób, które kiedys znatam, juz nigy sie ze mna nie spotka, a ci,
których dopiero poznam w odlegtej przysztosci, jeszcze mnie nie
znaja.

,,Nasz gatunek nie pretrwalby, gayby wiekszose naszych przodków, którzy
doswiadezyli traumy, nie byla w stanie dobrze funkcjonowac.
Filarami tradycynego leczenia byly: 1) bliskosé z klanem i swiatem przyrody; 2) regulowanie rytmu przez taniec, bicie w bebny
i piesni; 3) zespót wierzen, przekonan i opowiesci, które nadawaly znaczenie nawet bezsensown” therapy isnt enough od dzis zaczynam bic w bębny🫡

,,Porozmawiajmy jeszcze o tym, jak mozesz pomóc rozregulowanej sobie złapac równowage. Zamiast mówic: „Hej, powiedz mi, co ci chodzi po glowie?", musisz pozwolic jej zachowac kontrole nad tym, kiedy i ile powie ci na temat tego, co ja trapi. Jesti pozwolisz jej nad tym panować i pomozesz jej poczuć sie bez
piecznie, tatwiej jej bedzie w swoim czasie sie otworzyc.” This book makes sense😭

,,Ale on skupit sie na czym innym.
Fotografia nie byta juz srodkiem do celu, lecz celem samym w sobie.”
Rel

,,in all things to endeavour to have power
of myself, and in nothing to be carried about; to be cheerful and courageous in all sudden chances and accidents, as in sicknesses: to love mildness, and moderation, and gravi-ty: and to do my business, whatsoever it be, thoroughly, and without querulousness.”

[reread białych nocy] ,,And you regret that the momentary beauty faded so quickly, so irretrievably, that it flashed before you so deceptively and in vain”