“It Is The Small Losses That Cut One To The Heart–the Loss Of All That Other People Look Upon As

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes (via the-book-diaries)

“The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.”

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via the-book-diaries)

“…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.”

— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

"There is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock.

People so tired,

mutilated,

either by love or no love.

People are just not good to each other

one on one.

The rich are not good to the rich

the poor are not good to the poor.

We are afraid.

Our educational system tells us

that we can all be

big-ass winners.

It hasn't told us

about the gutters

or the suicides.

Or the terror of one person

aching in one place

alone

untouched

unspoken to

watering a plant".

- Charles Bukowski

Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

(Ivan Turgenev)

“When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.”

— Franz Kafka

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

But never have I been a calm blue sea. I have always been a storm.

Stevie Nicks, Storms (via music-and-quotes)

I want you to undress me to the sound of all your defenses collapsing.

Lora Mathis (via wordsnquotes)

my esteemed rival,