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You can play it safe, and I wouldn't blame you for it. You can continue as you've been doing, and you'll survive, but is that what you want? Is that enough? ↗

— J.M. Darhower

#life-questions #safe #sempre #survive #life

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#grief #sadness #life

The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#human-being #life #personality #prediction #reaction

Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white. ↗

— Mary Hogan

#pretty-face #red #life

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#grief #life

Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#life #present #sleep #waking-up #life

Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#mindfulness #present #life

I am alive because you want me to. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #life

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure. ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#depression #panic #life

You don't look fake when you unconsciously pretend. ↗

— Toba Beta

#life #pretend #unconscious #life