I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic. ― Augusten Burroughs, Dry. (St. Martin’s Press June 2003)
We are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world’s ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us… Continue reading Truman Capote
You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams… — Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell (Swallow Press, 1944)
How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther. (Weygand’sche Buchhandlung, Leipzig 29 September 1774, revised ed. 1787)
Anyway, what is survival when the calamity survives along with you? To survive all alone is the worst kind of survival. — Dunya Mikhail, The Beekeeper: Rescuing the Stolen Women of Iraq (New Directions, 2018)
Each year is like putting a new coat over all the old ones. Sometimes I reach into the pockets of my childhood and pull things out. — Simon Van Booy, from “Little Birds,” The Secret Lives of People in Love (Turtle Point Press, 2007)
There are only two views of life, corresponding to the duality that is a hum. being: animal creature and spirit. According to the one, the task is: to live, to enjoy life, and to direct everything at this. The other view is: the meaning of life is to die. — Søren Kierkegaard, Kierkegaard’s Journals and… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard
