I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus; The Fall
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’
You are a little soul, carrying around a corpse.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal.
Every next level of your life will demand a different you.
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy.’ What I meant was, 'Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.’
A year from now you will wish you had started today.