#log

She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment of recognition washes over her, followed by regret, fear, terror. An entire kaleidoscope of emotions exists within a single heartbeat. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#psychological-thriller #ya #music

She knew that it was better to have a dream and pay a price for it than to be lukewarm. - regarding St. Teresa of Avila ↗

— Mark Salzman

#dreams

I compare myself with my former self, not with others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the best I have been, which is when I have been midly manic. When I am my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and effervescent. In sort, for myself, I am a hard act to follow. ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#mania #manic #mental-illness #psychology #present

A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet "for sale", who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his "normal" contemporaries. Not rarely will he suffer from neurosis that results from the situation of a sane man living in an insane society, rather than that of the more conventional neurosis of a sick man trying to adapt himself to a sick society. In the process of going further in his analysis, i.e. of growing to greater independence and productivity,his neurotic symptoms will cure themselves. ↗

— Erich Fromm

#philosophy #psychoanalysis #psychology #experience

We're always contradicting ourselves. We want people to tell us apart.... ...yet we don't want them to be able to. We want people to get to know us... ...but we also want them to keep their distance. We've always longed for someone to accept us... But we never believed there'd be anyone who would accept our twisted ways. That's why we'll stay locked up tight... ...in our own little private world... ...and throw away the key, so that no one can ever hurt us. ↗

— Bisco Hatori

#ouranhighschoolhostclub #psychology #twins #lonely

To hell with you. To hell with you and to hell with the Internet. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#contrariness #ebooks #humanity #internet #reading

But insight doesn't necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly. ↗

— Keith Ablow

#insight

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#dreams #freedom #isaac-marion #dreams

Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled her eyes. I stared at Nicholas. "You locked your girlfriend in a closet? Smooth." "She's going to eviscerate him," Quinn said cheerfully. ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#logan #lucy #quinn #solange #satisfaction

Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#depression #recession #slogan #job