I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
— Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night. (via mirroir)
I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn’t know what that was. I knew only what it wasn’t.
— Amy Tan, “The Hundred Secret Senses” (via thehiddenabyss)
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.
— Mitch Albom
This is the conundrum of the individual confronting masses about which he can’t help knowing more than he’d like to know: I want to be alone, but not too alone. I want to be the same but different.
— Jonathan Franzen, How to Be Alone
Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You will get sick again because sick is what you know.
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
— William H Woodwell Jr.