We’re all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don’t die. ― Thomm Quackenbush, Find What You Love and Let It Kill You. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, February 5, 2014) Advertisements
We sit in the mud my friend and reach for the stars. — Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons. (Signet, February 1, 2005) Originally published February 1862.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily,… Continue reading J. D. Salinger
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse. — J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (Back Bay Books; Reissue edition January 30, 2001) Originally published 1951.
There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones. “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do… Continue reading E. M. Forster
Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening. (Adamant Media Corporation September 13, 2000) Originally published 1899.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway. — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (Back Bay Books; Reissue edition January 30, 2001) Originally published 1951.