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Anna de Noailles, from "Tranquility" in Poems

Shit, this ain't good. This aint going the way it should.

Don't like this, don't like that, but you're making my heart beat fast.

Trying to block it and ignore it but you're making me restless, dammit!

Don't be vague, tell me straight what you're hiding with those-- wait!

Gotta breath, calm my ass. This aint something I should fuss.

(i like you)

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn

Everytime I see you, my heart skips a beat.

Everytime I see you, all those feelings come rushing back.

I thought I'll be over you, but I'm not.

I thought that writing about you might help me forget you-

I thought wrong.

Sleep depravity shall kill me.

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.