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It's Complicated
❝ I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. ❞

— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories

❝ I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some. ❞

— Herbert Rappaport

❝ I drink to make other people more interesting. ❞

— Ernest Hemingway

❝ You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard. ❞

— Michael Cunningham, The Hours

❝ Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness? ❞

— Haruki Murakami

❝ That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other. ❞

— Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours

❝ People have to forgive. We don’t have to like them, we don’t have to be friends with them, we don’t have to send them hearts in text messages, but we have to forgive them, to overlook, to forget. Because if we don’t we are tying rocks to our feet, too much for our wings to carry! ❞

— C. JoyBell C.

❝ Without literature, life is hell. ❞

— Charles Bukowski

❝ Why is everything wrong? ❞

— LS

❝ Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die ❞

— Virginia Woolf, The Hours

❝ It’s such a liability to love another person. ❞

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander

❝ I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. ❞

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

❝ It’s on this day. This day of all days. Her fate becomes clear to her. ❞

— Virginia Woolf

❝ Every man’s memory is his private literature. ❞

— Aldous Huxley

Virginia Woolf’s Suicide Note - Death: April 18, 1941

"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been V."