We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
━ Samuel Beckett, Endgame
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
━ Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
There are people out there who will stay together far longer than they should, because sadly to say ‘I love you,’ is much easier than ‘I don’t.’
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.