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“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”
― Albert Camus

“Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“The wine tasted like dirt to me. I could shriek out my warnings, claw at my flesh, hurl my goblet right into Paris' face, but they would still carry on as though I did not exist.”
― Jennifer Saint, Elektra

“To be loved was just to be watched, or in my case, to imagine you are loved is to imagine you are watched all the time.”
― Dizz Tate, Brutes

“If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“He knew what it was like: The terrible, agonizing pain which was there all while but could not be suffered yet, because before all else it was necessary to be able to breathe.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“We may be together for another six months -a year- there's no knowing. At the end we're certain to be apart. Do you realise how utterly alone we shall be? When once they get hold of us there will be nothing, literally nothing, that either of us can do for the other.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Il joua avec cette idée, et s'y plongea tête baissée; il la jeta en l'air et la transforma; il la laissa s'échapper et la recaptura, il lui donna le chatoiement de la fantaisie et les ailes du paradoxe. L'éloge de la folie, à la mesure qu'il discourait, prit son essor et devint une philosophie, et la Philosophie elle-même devint jeune et, se laissant gagner par la musique déchaînée du Plaisir, portant, eût-on pu dire, robe tachée de vin et couronne de lierre, elle dansa telle une Bacchante par les collines de la vie, et railla le lourd Silène qui voulait rester sobre.”
― Oscar Wilde, Le Portrait de Dorian Gray & Salomé

“Seule Sibyl m'intéresse. Que m'importe de savoir d'où elle vient? Depuis le sommet de sa petite tête jusqu'à l'extrémité de ses petits pieds, elle est absolument et totalement divine.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Comment tout cela finirait-il, comment tout cela était-il destiné à finir, voilà qui n'avait pas d'importance. Il ressemblait à ces silhouettes gracieuses aperçues dans une fête ou sur une scène, dont les joies nous paraissent très lointaines, mais dont les souffrances excitent notre sens de la beauté et dont les blessures sont comme des roses rouges.”
― Oscar Wilde

“You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Tell me, he said, "What is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. what are they waiting for?"

"Well […] I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel."

"And when you have waited—-has it made you sure?”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.”
― James Baldwin , Giovanni’s Room

“Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places!--for the lack of it.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“IT'S PURGATORY BUT ITS LIVEABLE”
― Dakota Warren, On Sun Swallowing

“I stayed silent. I realised that when I had seen all those suitors clamour in the hall for Helen, I had believed they were there because they loved her, but I had been wrong. They hated her. They hated her because she was so beautiful and because she made them want her so much. Nothing brought them more joy than the fall of a lovely woman. They picked over her reputation like vultures, scavenging for every scrap of flesh they could devour.”
― Jennifer Saint, Elektra

“I had felt the grip of his immortal hands on me. I had felt the burn of his venom in my mouth. The memory of it flowed in my bloodstream; the echo of his touch imprinted on my skin; the visions he had given me flickered and twisted in my head, all of them fighting for supremacy, never settling into one clear picture.”
― Jennifer Saint, Elektra

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“LADY LAZARUS

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

-- written 23-29 October 1962”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“I used to think people only lied to make their lives mean something. Now I think people lie to make their lives meaningless, because it makes them so much easier to live.”
― Dizz Tate, Brutes

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
― Albert Einstein

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“Car peu d'entre nous savent ce qu'il peut y avoir d'infiniment patient, de commisération et d'indulgence sans bornes dans certains coeurs féminins. D'immenses trésors de sympathie, de consolation, d'espérance reposent dans ces coeurs purs, si souvent blessés eux aussi, car un coeur qui aime beaucoup souffre beaucoup, mais qui dissimulent soigneusement leur blessure aux regards indiscrets, car le chagrin profond le plus souvent se tait et se cache.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“je m'enfuis avec son livre et je ne revins pas.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“La vie me devenait moins facile : quand le corps est triste, le coeur languit. Il me semblait que je désapprenais en partie ce que je n'avais jamais appris et que je savais pourtant si bien, je veux dire vivre.”
― Albert Camus

“Sitôt que le soleil pénètre dans une pièce où pétille un feu, le feu disparaît.”
― Michael Ondaatje