— March 2, 1913 / Letters to Felice

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— March 2, 1913 / Letters to Felice
I may be missing the sadness and melancholy I used to feel because at least it was a feeling. It was better than the numbness and dissociation.
I have reached a point where I don't repost anything because nothing ever expresses how I lost I truly feel.
دوستويفسكي ، الليالي البيضاء -
Tystnaden, 1963. Bergman.
Healing happens in circles, not lines. You will return to old places with new eyes.
منذ طفولتي وأنا أستخدم مخيلتي لخلق تصورات أحبها، حتى إنني أعتدت أن أتخيل لأهدأ، لأنام، لأهرب أنقذتني مخيلتي أحيانًا وأبهجتني أحيانًا كثيرة
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“أشاهد المٌسلسل لتشتيت نفسي، أتناول قطعة الحلوى لتشتيت نفسي، أنام وأنهض وأتحدث عن الطقْس وألوان الدهانات لتشتيت نفسي، وفي لحظة فراغٍ واحدة فقط !، أجد نفسي قد عُدت إلى نقطة الصفر من جديد."
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"لم أندم على شيءٍ في حياتي مثلما أشعر الآن، ندمٌ بشع على تلك اللحظة التي سمحت لك بها أن تكون ولو جزءًا بسيطًا من أيامي، وثق بي لو عاد بي الوقت قليلاً لرفضتك ورفضت كل شيء منك إلى الأبد."
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“I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside me.”
— Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,”
العزلة هي أنقى عتاب لنفسك.
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“I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away.”
— Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines (via books-n-quotes)
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𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹