- You know, Cat.. There are a lot of moments that make life worth living.
- Yes, but between these moments I wanna die for several times.
The Cat by Oleg Tischenkov
Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.
Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin
My ability to give was limited, I was not inexhaustible. I was not serene, not really. I wanted things, for myself.
Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle