I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave. — Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation. (Riverhead Books; 2nd ed. edition October 1, 1995) Originally published 1994.
And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus… Continue reading Marya Hornbacher
I’m done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed. ― Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story. (Miramax April 3, 2007)
I don’t like remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don’t like to feel things. As I’m staring down at the piece of paper, I’m thinking I could spend the rest of my life becoming an expert at forgetting. —Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang… Continue reading Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Closure is just as delusive–it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.― Stephen Grosz, The Examined Life: How We Lose and Find Ourselves. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition May 12, 2014)
I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. (Vintage June 23, 1998)
Pain is not a punishment, pleasure is not a reward. ― Pema Chödrön, Comfortable with Uncertainty: 108 Teachings on Cultivating Fearlessness and Compassion. (Shambhala December 30, 2003)