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  • A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and, in order to divert himself, having no love in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest forms of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal. And it all comes from lying – lying to others and to yourself.

    Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky (via chem-isa)

  • Falling in love has been the greatest regret of my life.

  • Spent one third of my life sleeping, another third working, and the other third was wasted believing in people.

  • Solitude

    Laugh, and the world laughs with you:
    Weep, and you weep alone;
    For the sad old earth
    Must borrow its mirth,
    It has trouble enough of its own.

    Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
    The echoes bound
    To a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.

    Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
    They want full measure
    Of all your pleasure,
    But they do not want your woe.

    Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all;
    There are none to decline
    Your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

    Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by;
    Succeed and give,
    And it helps you live,
    But it cannot help you die.

    There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a long and lordly train;
    But one by one
    We must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.

    ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • An Old Story

    Strange that I did not know him then.
    That friend of mine!
    I did not even show him then
    One friendly sign;

    But cursed him for the ways he had
    To make me see
    My envy of the praise he had
    For praising me.

    I would have rid the earth of him
    Once, in my pride…
    I never knew the worth of him
    Until he died.

    ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • Being human lies somewhere between being a narcissist and a martyr. And hypocrisy has no part to play at all.

    Cynically Jaded

  • Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

    Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

  • When I am dead, my dearest

    When I am dead, my dearest,
             Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head,
             Nor shady cypress tree:
    Be the green grass above me
             With showers and dewdrops wet;
    And if thou wilt, remember,
             And if thou wilt, forget.

    I shall not see the shadows,
             I shall not feel the rain;
    I shall not hear the nightingale
             Sing on, as if in pain:
    And dreaming through the twilight
             That doth not rise nor set,
    Haply I may remember,
             And haply may forget.

    ~ Christina Rossetti