I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.
The only thing harder than letting go is moving on.
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
You can love someone so much... But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
I’m half alive but I feel mostly dead.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.
For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Every single day is a battle to stay strong.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.