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[roohulreyah]

“We’re all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.”

“There’s so much pain everywhere, and we just close our eyes to it. The truth is we’re all scared. We’re terrified of each other.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

“Once you name something, it stops you seeing the whole of it, or why it matters. You focus on the word, which is just the tiniest part, really, the tip of an iceberg.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

“I didn’t want to die. Not yet; not when I hadn’t lived.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

“Well, at the heart of all art lies a mystery.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

“Choosing a lover is a lot like choosing a therapist. We need to ask ourselves, is this someone who will be honest with me, listen to criticism, admit making mistakes, and not promise the impossible?”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

Wasn’t all of this a mere illusion? Maybe all the twists and turns, all the sirens and the silence, all the storms and the calm, all the echoes and the empty spaces, all the recognition and the loss, all the stars and the utter darkness have been nothing but a ladder to reach life.

— Huda S. Maqbool

[roohulreyah]

“Somehow grasping at vanishing snowflakes is like grasping at happiness: an act of possession that instantly gives way to nothing. It reminded me that there was a world outside this house: a world of vastness and unimaginable beauty; a world that, for now, remained out of my reach. That memory has repeatedly returned to me over the years. It’s as if the misery that surrounded that brief moment of freedom made it burn even brighter: a tiny light surrounded by darkness.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

[roohulreyah]

“The world seems to move, to thrive with such ease, while here I am at a halt — stuck at a point, ceasing to exist.”

— Huda S. Maqbool

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