You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.
There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.
― Charles Bukowski
All life is a dream. No one knows what he’s doing, no one knows what he wants, no one knows what he knows. We sleep our lives, eternal children of Destiny.
― Fernando Pessoa
So much light and so empty.
― Diaries, Franz Kafka