#deep quotes

I am ashamed that I cannot figure out yet what I want. What I have always wanted. Because what is life without longing?

She drew in trouble wherever she went. There was something odd about her. Maybe it was the way her eyes laid on anyone. Or it was the way she couldn’t let anybody help her. They all thought they knew her. But it wasn’t what it was. They only knew what she wanted them to believe. Nobody knew her. So when she disappeared, she left no traces behind. Some say it was a getaway. But I know. I know she was taken.

I am throwing my own body in the ocean full of giant whales with sharp teeth to rip my body off as if it never existed. I want to let the wolves have the big sacrifice and feast on it as they’ve been longing for. Here, in this place where they kill, I found love. I’ve found it where it wasn’t supposed to be.

The last time I saw her she was blooming like daisies, wearing a weary smile, cloaked in hopeless gown of despair. She told me she was scared of something -or someone. Her dreams caught the best of her, fell down trying to fly so high. She told me she had left God behind and she was ashamed. The last time I saw her, she was fading but she was alive. They killed her. Piece by piece. Second by second. The last time I saw her I could hear her breathing ashes of her broken soul.

And you don’t even like me. But you like the idea of me —the idea of having me.

I need somebody to save me -literally.

From this point on, I need someone to hold my hand tight, hear my heart breaking, let me cry with my head against their chest. Sit with me in silence, for a little while.

I need someone to do a ritual, cleanse my soul. Bury my sinful soul and burn it. To help me get out of this vicious cycle of addiction. I cannot do it. If I could, I would. But I have certainly crossed the point. 

I am unaware of the days and nights. I am unaware of my whereabouts. I don’t know who I have talked to. I don’t know the people I see everyday. They look like walking corpse to me. I am already living in an apocalypse. And I need help.

This unfaithful sobriety from the taste of you -I almost once had in my mouth.I am staying quiet and I am staying shut.

I am aware I am not allowed to admit that I miss you. Because you gave me no reason to. Even if it means death, I want to die whispering the truth,

talking to your heart, before it stops beating too. 

I do not have a promise to make while my existence is vanishing. I hope you can forgive me for not existing -because I am but not here. It worries me to think of who is going to take care of you once I’m gone, it cuts me to my core. But something has been pulling me to the other side of it, and I’m afraid I’ld have to go.

I exist —only in a memory.

 I do not really fall asleep, I am always stuck in a transition phase -my soul hanging between the two worlds. I dream of things that darken my days like nothing else. Nightmares, not of ghosts, but of people. People hunting me down, taking the best of me, in ways words cannot describe. I wake up, breathless, not moving for an hour cause I am never sure if I am still being looked for, if the monster is gone, so I hold my breath, I don’t move. I lay there, still, haunted by the shadow of someone who is so eager to hurt me, weaken me down, I almost feel dead.

I think the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.

Fyodor Dostoevsky,The Brothers Karamazov

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

Haruki Murakami,Kafka on the Shore

I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.

Salman Rushdie,Midnight’s Children

The most important step a man can take. It’s not the first one, is it? It’s the next one. Always the next step, Dalinar.

Brandon Sanderson,Oathbringer

We always think there’s enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like “if”.

Fredrik Backman,A Man Called Ove

It takes a very long time to become young.

Pablo Picasso

It takes guts and humility to admit mistakes. Admitting we’re wrong is courage, not weakness.

Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

Today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups… So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.

Philip K. Dick

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

J.R.R. Tolkien,The Return of the King

So I tried to write a song to make you blush but I’ve a feeling that the whole thing may well just end up too clever for its own good.

Alex Turner,Science Fiction