To know you will be lonely is not the same as being lonely. — Peter Carey, Oscar and Lucinda. (Faber and Faber; 1St Edition edition 1988)
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets. — Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; Reprint edition May 9, 2006) Originally published 2002.
It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it, the way we throw people away? — Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper. (Atria Books; First Edition edition October 16, 2012)
Some loves are like that. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After a while you start throwing people out — friends, everyone you know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s… Continue reading David Gregory Roberts
Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have caused. — Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity. (Riverhead Books December 6, 2005)
A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else. — Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (Chatto & Windus, 2014)
Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look. ― Mocco Wollert, Love Falls in Love with Love. (Interactive Publications; 2nd edition September 1, 2010)