Because to live a long life was to see your loved ones go before you and get left behind for a long time, to suffer that ordeal then once again stand up and eat and walk your path alone.

Her twenties had taught her that knowing what was wrong didn’t mean you could change it. Her dad once said that what ruined the world was the apathy of the good-hearted majority. He was right, but she didn’t want to fight a world like that. She didn’t want to step into a boxing ring that guaranteed defeat. To her, the world was a place she had to b

You couldn’t judge him as an incompetent, worthless person just because the work he did made no money.

I couldn’t stand her love, which did not reject even the ugliest of my faces. I couldn’t stand it because I had been afraid of being loved from the beginning.

Happy memories seem like jewels when in fact they’re burning charcoal. You’ll hurt yourself if you hold on to them, so let go and dust off your hands. Child, they are no gift.”

Some people break up after a big fight, but there are also people who drift incrementally apart until they can’t face each other anymore. The latter stay longer in your memory.

Over time, whenever a relationship came to an end, I pondered who had left and who was left behind. Sometimes I was the one who left, sometimes the one left behind, but when a relationship I especially cherished broke down, I wasn’t sure who left whom. Both sides left at times, both were left behind at others, the line between leaving and being lef

The moment untalented people clutch at the mirage of dreams, it slowly eats away their lives.

Dreams. They were a mirage, blotched with ugly feelings like vanity, ambition, need for recognition, spite.