#emo

I've looked at the world for quite a few years now and I've found that if I don't laugh, I'll probably end up crying." - Prince Kheldar of Drasnia ↗

— David Eddings

#kheldar #prince-kheldar #silk #demons

Go to sleep, baby,Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiments so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.-Pierce's Lullaby Kim Harrison (Black Magic Sanction) ↗

— Kim Harrison

#demons

Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#demons

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, "Never real and always true," and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is absolutely true. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#depression #reality #truth #demons

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin. ↗

— Brian Ruckley

#loss #memory #mourning #moving-on #mourning

The past is a presence between us. In all my mother does and says, the past continually discloses itself in the smallest ways. She sees it directly; I see its shadow. Still, it pulses in my fingertips, feeds on my consciousness. It is a backdrop for each act, each drama of our lives. I have absorbed a sense of what she has suffered, what she has lost, even what her mother endured and handed down. It is my emotional gene map. ↗

— Fern Schumer Chapman

#memoir #memory #mothers #holocaust

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die. ↗

— Fern Schumer Chapman

#memory #scent #smell #holocaust

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#betrayal #handle #demons

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#memory #judgement

The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness. The knowledge that the same equation applied to everything, more or less. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#memory #pain #transformation #transformation