Even on bad days, I’ll still be happy with you.
You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.
– Kurt Cobain’s Suicide Note (via i—nsanis
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
I only ask of you 3 things. That you may never steal, lie or cheat. But if you must steal, steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me every night of my existence. And if you must cheat, then cheat death, for I can’t imagine living my life without you.
I just miss you,
in a quite
– Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (via larmoyante