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“He had not guessed that the mind was capable of such intricacies of self-realization, of penetrating so deep into its own dark windings.”
― Edith Wharton, Tales of Men and Ghosts

“Often he woke up from brief snatches of sleep with the feeling that something material was clinging to him, was on his hands and face, and in his throat - and as his own loathed personality that stuck to him like some thick viscous substance.”
― Edith Wharton, Tales of Men and Ghosts

“But the same night will continue on. Today is just yesterday, continued. Tomorrow is just today, continued. Day breaks, night falls, day breaks. Night probably falls again. The little details differ, sure. But for the most part, everything is pretty much the same, and I feel neither more nor less sluggish today than I did last Thursday. I am sluggish. But still compelled to dance. Provided there’s some variety to the music.

I’m trapped inside an invisible cage, you see. I can’t leave it. I feel so hollow and futile it makes me sick. It’s easy, though.”
― Izumi Suzuki, Set My Heart on Fire

“For a decade, I've known I will never have everything and so all I've wanted is to believe that, someday, again, I'll have enough. The ache won't always be so bad. No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers