"Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again."

― Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden

"I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside me."

― Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays

"When I imagine myself

I am always leaving

I couldn’t draw my own face if God asked"

― Andrés Cerpa, The Vault

"[...] and I felt a relief when I realized, I have been trying to destroy myself and I don't want to anymore."

― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

"I've become passive. I don't invent, I don't yearn. I manage, I cope."

― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

“I know that when I die somebody’s going to sell my flesh on the black market, one of my awful distant relatives. That’s why I smoke and drink, so I taste bitter and no one gets any pleasure out of my death.”

― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh

"I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention."

― Trista Mateer, The Dogs I Have Kissed

"It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world."

― Mary Oliver, Invitation

"I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon."

― Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

"We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"I loved you though. I loved you so much."

A pause.

"I know. I know.

"I loved you too."

― Sue Zhao