Fighting The Delusion

A mix of emotions and thought focusing on literature, politics and other things.

[adichotomyof]

The life of every individual is really always a tragedy, but gone through in detail, it has the character of a comedy.

Arthur Schopenhauer  (via fvrmamentvs)

[quotes-shape-us]

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic — if it is pulled out I shall die.

Søren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Søren Kierkegaard (via fvrmamentvs)

[mysharona1987]

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Hermann Hesse (via mysharona1987)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’m not tragic these days, I don’t weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything — nothing has any meaning.

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters To Sartre  (via heksenkring)

[purplebuddhaproject]

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Haruki Murakami (via purplebuddhaproject)

[lonelyspacecowboy-deactivated20]

I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.

Franz Kafka, Advocates (via lonelyspacecowboy)

[misswallflower]

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

Antonio Porchia, “Voices” (via misswallflower)

[sisyphean-revolt]

To live signifies to believe and to hope – to lie and to lie to oneself. This is why the most truthful image ever created of man remains that of the Knight of the Doleful Countenance, that Don whom we find in even the most fulfilled of the sages.

Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay (via sisyphean-revolt)

[dailynietzsche]

“Reading recouperates me, even from my own seriousness. It is one of the things that lets me detach from myself and walk among foreign disciplines and souls.”

—F. Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, “Why I Am So Clever” §3 (edited excerpt).

[textsfromyourexistentialist]

May your existential pain be champagne this holiday season w/ #edmunddulac.

[sisyphean-revolt]

Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory….everything is forgotten, even a great love. That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That’s why it’s good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via sisyphean-revolt)

[iim-a-gonerr]

“And there are days when my heart feels like it’s swallowing itself, when the lonely feels like both the problem and the cure.”

-Recently I was diagnosed with depression. “Building” Javon Johnson (via iim-a-gonerr)

[aseaofquotes]

Jodi Picoult, Second Glance

[antigonick]

All the quick futility of my days cascaded upon me, and I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going of seconds, days and years.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of— (via henrydear)

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Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

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Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

‘Sometimes,’ she murmured, in a low, grieved confession, ‘you lose me.’

D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works (via violentwavesofemotion)