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I am burried under the weight of all the possible futures I could have.
I am cold of heart, warm of brain, and given to never-ending meditation; I ponder over ideas, many and weighty, and even over things which can never come to pass.
Girolamo Cardano, De Vita Propria Liber (övers. Jean Stoner)
I hang on to the idea I had of you. That’s what keeps me from moving forward.
I didn’t even try to go to bed. I walked back and forth across the floor and thought, further and further inside myself, I thought about my own thoughts and I noticed them, how they just drove around in their own tracks, like the hot wheel cars I had when I was little. I walked back and forth until morning came.
— Ingvild Rishøi, Winter Stories. Trans. by Diane Oatley. (Grove Press, December 2, 2025)
I begin to dread the sun going down. Nighttime is when the fire burns most fiercely inside my head and I’m at a loss to know how to put it out.
— Wally Lamb, The River is Waiting (S&S/ Marysue Rucci Books, June 10, 2025)
He couldn't commit, of course. He knew he was incapable of truly pledging his faith to anyone or anything again.
Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook
“You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”
— Haruki Murakami
So thats what I do, I retreat at any form of intimacy. My bones shiver and my throat tightens. I’m a deer in the road, a gazelle on the run. A rabbit ready to jump.
And all at once she turned to me, her face pale, her eyes strangely alight. She said, "Is it possible to love someone so much, that it gives one a pleasure, an accountable pleasure, to hurt them? To hurt them by jealousy I mean, and to hurt oneself at the same time. Pleasure and pain, an equal mingling of pleasure and pain. Just as an experiment, a rare sensation?"
-Daphne Du Maurier, The Doll (Short Story)
I want to wake up and not know the weight of holding my breath.
Now that he was trying to find something out from me, I was in full flight from him. I did not want him to know me. I did not want anyone to know me.
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
And no matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough for someone who didn't know how to receive it.
One of my biggest fears is being the person that you regret giving your love to.
-Kaali
“So release yourself from that. Don’t be strategic or coy. Strategic and coy are for jackasses. Be brave. Be authentic. Practice saying the word ‘love’ to the people you love so when it matters the most to say it, you will.”
— Cheryl Strayed
I do not love you fearlessly. (I am afraid.) And so I love you bravely.
-Kristina Mahr
He doesn't love me anymore, she mourned, and she became filled with a gut-wrenching terror. For she had grown to depend on his love, and she was firmly convinced that without it she would vaporize, and nothing would be left of her at all.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
I fear that I'll forever long for a company that doesn't exist.