"I’ve decided never to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit. Ten minutes ago, I saw death everywhere. Now it’s just the opposite. Look at the sea, the waves, the sky. Life may be sad, but it’s always beautiful."

— Anna Karina, Pierrot le Fou

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"She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal."

— Simone de Beauvoir

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"Smoking is the only honorable form of suicide"

— Kurt Vonnegut

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"She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head."

— White Oleander

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"Fashion has always been nourished and fired by the exchange of ideas. It’s almost as if, once put forward into the world, an idea belongs to no one but to a universal psyche. It seems as if that is how it should be."

— Dries Van Noten

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"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

— Edgar Allan Poe

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"My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life."

— Hermann Hesse

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"I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day."

— Jean-Paul Sartre

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"Life without truth is not possible. Truth is perhaps life itself."

— Franz Kafka

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"See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life."

— Sylvia Plath

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"Don’t take anything personally. Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves."

— Don Miguel Ruiz

"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."

— Franz Kafka

"Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways."

— Sigmund Freud

"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."

— Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus

"How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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