Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune. I can still feel love.
-Franz Kafka
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Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune. I can still feel love.
-Franz Kafka
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune. I can still feel love.
-Franz Kafka
—Virginia Woolf
me in my book heaven
I was watching the sunset this evening and the song played, the one you liked. In seconds my view blurred, I realised my eyes gave it away they couldn't be strong anymore. They miss you every second of the day.
I was watching the sunset this evening and the song played, the one you liked. In seconds my view blurred, I realised my eyes gave it away they couldn't be strong anymore. They miss you every second of the day.
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― Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
[text ID: Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!]
— Man's Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl
[text ID: If someone now asked of us the truth of Dostoevski's statement that flatly defines man as a being who can get used to anything, we would reply, "Yes, a man can get used to anything, but do not ask us how."]
It's you!
Sylvia Plath, Ariel
Sylvia Plath, Ariel
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
I'm used to been lonely but forever to be a stranger is a strange grief.