She had seen fear: the terrible helpless fear that rises up out of sadness and despair and is no longer attached to anything— the helpless fear that is tied only to nothingness. Not fear or anxiety or despair about a person or a situation, nothing, nothing, only the exposure, the vulnerability, being cast loose from… Continue reading Hans Keilson
But I also knew that there was no going back. One can never go back; nothing and no one is ever the same. All that remained was an occasional evening of sadness, the sadness that we all feel because everything passes and because man is the only animal who knows it. — Erich Maria Remarque,… Continue reading Erich Maria Remarque
We mustn’t give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow. ― Irene Hunt, Across Five Aprils. (Berkley; Reprint edition January 8, 2002) Originally published 1964.
That was one of the virtues of being a pessimist: nothing was ever as bad as you thought it would be. — James Jones, From Here to Eternity. (Gramercy April 2004) published 1951.
But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?” ― Boris Pasternak, The Poems of Doctor Zhivago. (Hallmark Editions; First Thus edition January 1, 1967) Originally published January 1st 1965.
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine. ― Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong. (Vintage; Reprint edition June 2, 1997) Originally published 1993.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. — Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. (Delacorte 1969)