“This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar on your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.”
— Clementine von Radics, from “Mouthful of Forevers”, in “Mouthful of Forevers”
T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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Nothing more can be scarier than the fact when you realise that your life isn't happening , it is just passing.
“I don’t know if your story was true—you are the only person whose facts I never bothered to check.”
— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction
“[One day] […] there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead–when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies, too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?”
— Irvin D. Yalom, from Love’s Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy (Basic Books, 1989)