"The lad raised himself with a low cry and clasped him close. “Let us lie down and die together,” he murmured. “Men have no need of us, and we are all alone.”"
— Marie Louise de la Ramée, A Dog of Flanders
"To associate with others is sheer torture for me. And the others are in me. I’m forced to associate with them even when they’re nowhere near. All alone, I’m surrounded by multitudes. There’s no escape possible, unless I were to escape from myself."
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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"Pain has lost its refreshment for me. If I were offered all the glories of the world or all the torments of the world, one would move me no more than the other; I would not turn over to the other side either to attain or to avoid. I am dying death."
— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or

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"No-one can truly love me because this requires the precondition that a person knows who I am."
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters

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"I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel—drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have—that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all."
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

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"I’m sure that all this, I mean other people’s attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling."
—  Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via pocket-full-of-stones)

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"I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity."
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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"One thing you who had secure or happy childhoods should understand about those of us who did not: we who control our feelings, who avoid conflicts at all costs or seem to seek them, who are hypersensitive, self-critical, compulsive, workaholic, and above all survivors—we are not that way from perversity, and we can not just relax and let it go. We have learned to cope in ways you never had to."
— Piers Anthony, Fractal Mode (author’s notes)
"A man from nowhere, without a past, without a future, without a present. I wanted nothing; I was no one. I advanced step by step towards the horizon which receded with every step; drops of water sprang forth and fell to earth again, each instant destroying the last. My hands were forever empty: an outsider, a dead man. They were men, they were alive. I was not one of them. I had nothing to hope for."
— Simone de Beauvoir, All Men are Mortal
"Today it was me they were looking at, but their gaze slipped over me: in my heart, there was not a spark. Buried beneath the cold lava, beneath the ashes, the old volcano was more dead than the craters of the moon."
— Simone de Beauvoir, All Men are Mortal

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"I am a worthless, miserable, useless man. Only a man equally miserable and suffering could love or esteem me now. Good God! How I loathe myself! How bitterly I hate my voice, my hands, my thoughts, these clothes, each step I take!"
— Anton Chekhov, Ivanoff

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