I know now that death is not the loss of memory, but its apotheosis. An...– Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions I, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words...– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via meditationsonisolde)
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself...– E. M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born, trans. Richard Howard (via proustitute)
Being me means forgetting how to smile in life. How else does one react to the futility?