Once in a while it really hits people that they don't have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.
Alan Keightley
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I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.
~Slyvia path
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Having a favorite person is so sweet…
until it’s not
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Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
-Anias Nin
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“Have you ever met someone who felt like sunshine? Their light melts away the ice in your heart and you start to wonder if happiness is something that is attainable…but then you look further into yourself and all you see is the poison and darkness within. Maybe it’s best to stay away before I poison the beautiful light that they are.”
— Chaos & a Dream
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I used to know things intellectually, but now I feel them.
Ryuichi Sakamoto
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I’m glad the rain is coming down hard. It’s the way I feel inside.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940-1956 — Aurelia Schober Plath, 26th November 1950
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I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
- Haruki Murakami
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“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
— Jane Austen
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“I’m tired of everybody. Please forgive me.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden
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“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
— Sylvia Plath
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by Mariusz Lewandowski.
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Paralysis again. How I waste my days. I feel a terrific blocking and chilling go through me like anaesthesia.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 4th November 1959
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