Arda

“And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing, "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer - all of it was wrong, without any final purpose.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“And in the days that follow, the possibilities of what could've been begin to fall away. Leaving you with less, each time-- more precious, to be savored. Like a cigarette. The point of life, my friend, is to be smoked.”
― Ram V., The Many Deaths of Laila Starr

“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
― Carl Jung

“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes