I Feel Sick. Sick Of All The Emotional Turmoils Within Me.

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

You didn't even ask how I was. You nuked me with emotions that targetted even my hidden bunkers of peace that previously suffered a quake not hours before. You chose the right time for war. Now who will ask how I am?

Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.

Anna de Noailles, from "Tranquility" in Poems

I would love to leave this world for some cosmic experience- death.

Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami

14 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student