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“The deeper the wound, the more private the pain.”
— Isabel Allende, Paula
“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”
— Paulo Coelho
“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”
— Nikita Gill
"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”
December. This heart full of tears and of night.
- Albert Camus, from Carnets 1942-1951 (Н. Hamilton, 1966)
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
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