#sickness

She was smart and terribly determined, this girl-her will was pure steel, through and through-but she was as human as anyone else. She was lonely, too. Lonely in a way that perhaps only single girls fresh from small Midwestern towns know. Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees in the street look not just indifferent but ugly....perhaps even malignant. Homesickness is a real sickness- the ache of the uprooted plant. ↗

— Stephen King

#determined #homesickness #lonely #single #beauty

When I started writing I was a sick teenaged fuck inside who partly thought I was the new Marquis de Sade, a body doomed to communicate with Satan who was us- ing my sickness as his home away from home, and there’s your proof. ↗

— Dennis Cooper

#sickness #writing #communication

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#sadness #sickness #death

Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#death #flick #helplessness #henna #illness

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#death-and-dying #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #hurting #losing

Foi então que tudo vacilou. O mar trouxe um sopro espesso e ardente. Pareceu-me que o céu se abria em toda a sua extensão, deixando chover fogo. Todo o meu ser se retesou e crispei a mão sobre o revólver. O gatilho cedeu, toquei o ventre polido da coronha e foi aí, no barulho ao mesmo tempo seco e ensurdecedor, que tudo começou. Sacudi o suor e o sol. Compreendi que destruíra o equilíbrio do dia, o silêncio excepcional de uma praia onde havia sido feliz. Então atirei quatro vezes ainda num corpo inerte em que as balas se enterravam sem que se desse por isso. E era como se desse quatro batidas secas na porta da desgraça. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death

A napfénytől felforrósodott néma lakásban, történjen bármi, biztonságban éreztem magam. A rejtekhely biztonsága fontosabb a levegőnél. Távol lenni mindentől és mindenkitől. Annál azért már többre tartja magát az ember, hogy a saját egoizmusát, más néven az állatiasságát elfogadja. Nem gondoltam az égvilágon senkire. Nem volt levegő. Arra sem gondoltam, hogy valakire gondolnom kéne, vagy lenne lény a földön, akire nem gondolok. Halála óráján tényleg egyedül marad az ember, ezt azonban a nyereség oldalán kell elkönyvelni. ↗

— Péter Nádas

#death-and-dying #dying #last-words #sickness #death

But there’s something about Watonka, they say. Something that pulls us back, the electromagnet that holds all the metal in place. It’s the food, they say, or the chicken wings or the sports teams or the people or the way the air over the Skyway smells like Cheerios on account of the old General Mills Plant. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#homesickness #western-new-york #food

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. ↗

— Abdul Kalam

#crime #death #india #only #read

Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood. ↗

— Soren Kierkegaard

#concepts #histories #homesickness #incapable #individuals