“Sometimes I’m so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.” — “The Diary of a Young Girl”, by Anne Frank
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“I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can’t do anything to change events anyway. I’ll just let matters take their course and concentrate on studying and hope that everything will be all right in the end.” — “The Diary of a Young Girl”, by Anne Frank
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“Hun følte at det som var inne i henne ikke bare var mørke, det var som svart farve, som tjære som klebet seg til alt hun så, alle tanker hun hadde. Hun hang fast i denne sorte, ubønnhørlige substansen i sjelen. For det var ikke bare mørke, det var et stoff, et svart giftstoff som drepte henne.” — “Drømmen og hjulet”, av Jens Bjørneboe
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“Den vinteren lærte hun at kjærlighet er en følelse som ligner mer på hat enn på vennskap.” — “Drømmen og hjulet”, av Jens Bjørneboe
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“Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn’t stop and suffer with me.” — “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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“I barely knew him, and heaven knows this was no way to get a guy interested. You were supposed to be peppy and bright for boys, no matter how bad you felt inside. At least that’s what Mother always told me. “Don’t let him see how crazy you are”, she’d say. “No one wants anyone who’s down like you.” — “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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“My mind just goes off doing its own thing, never consulting me at all about whether it’s all right to feel this way or that. I am constantly standing several feet away from myself, watching as I do or say or feel something that I don’t want or don’t like at all, and still I can’t stop it.” — “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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“Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something, I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.” — “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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“But who really cares? Some people are born to single mothers and turn out just fine. I don’t think it matters how many parents you’ve got, so long as the ones who are around make their presence felt in a positive way.” — “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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“I wish you would tell me your secret. To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.” — “The picture of Dorian Grey” by Oscar Wilde
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“I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget. It was silly of me to come down here at all.” — “The picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde
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“Ah! Realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age! Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you.” — “The picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde
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“Cats are like witches. They don’t fight to kill, but to win. There is a difference. There’s no point in killing an opponent. That way, they won’t know they’ve lost, and to be a real winner you have to have an opponent who is beaten and knows it. There’s no triumph over a corpse, but a beaten opponent, who will remain beaten every day of the remainder of their sad and wretched life, is something to treasure.” — “Witches Abroad”, A Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett
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“The invisible people knew that happiness is not the natural state of mankind, and is never achieved from the outside in.” — “Witches Abroad”, A Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett
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“Magrat plunged on with the brave desperation of someone dancing in the light of their burning bridges.” — “Witches Abroad”, A Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett
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