“It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.
It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain…remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now.
Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.”
“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated.
But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
― Sylvia Plath
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"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.
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