Tuesday, March 22

Love is not hard to find. Regular exposure to someone, to anyone, with the right mix of traits; the right amount of appeal and interest; will inevitably form the basis from which love can then spring. So no, my heart is not broken. I do not doubt that I can find another more suited to me than you. This sadness, this despondency that so plagues me, is not so much to do with you, as it is the absence of other people.

Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.

— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

I think that’s what’s wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed. And that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.

People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their mess cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

— Chuck Palahniuk