“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, my cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” - Johnathan Safran Foer
“She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.” -Sylvia Plath
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