“Misfortune… that is my symbol. Unluckiness… that is my identity. I am a woman who looks best dressed in solitude and misfortune. That is who I am.”
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“Misfortune… that is my symbol. Unluckiness… that is my identity. I am a woman who looks best dressed in solitude and misfortune. That is who I am.”
“This whole world is nothing but lies, lies! Lemme show you what I like to call the truth, the truth called despair!”
“There’s no use. There’s no such thing as a victory that can be won through effort. It doesn’t exist.”
“That’s right. Worried about being discovered, living in fear. It’s a painful thing.”
“Having feelings for someone just brings sorrow to someone else. Someone always gets sacrificed and suffers. If this is what it means to fall in love, then falling in love is terrible.”
“If a person you love doesn't love you back, you're worthless. That's what I always told myself.”
“You know I think I understand now why you and I never had children…on some level we knew the world was ending, it may of seemed like we had found something else to obsess over but the truth is we’d given up on the future. That’s the real reason I was never able to get pregnant.”
“I’m just trying to live my life, but it seems as if sadness always piles itself up around me. It’s in my bed, the toothbrush in my bathroom, and the memory of my cellphone. Over the past few years, I’ve wanted to move on, I’ve wanted to take hold of something I couldn’t reach. What that is, I have no idea. Not knowing where such obsessive thoughts were coming from, I simply drowned myself in my work. Then one day I realized that my heart was withering, and in it there was nothing but pain. And that my beliefs, that I once held so passionately, had completely disappeared.”
“We are nothingness. Our head is a void. And without anything around us, we are nothing. We become what we perceive.”
“The beginning of a story is a sudden event; the start, a happy accident, the end, the fate for which it's meant. A story that never ends is a sad fate.”
“That sort of thing happens all the time. You get drunk on your own “correctness,” and the more stubborn you get, the further happiness flies away from you. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.”
“Remembering something that no one else can is a painful thing. You can't talk to anyone about it. No one will understand you. You'll be alone.”
“Life is suffering, pain, and misery.”
“This is a world where people’s hearts are filled with hatred... where fingers have no purpose other than to pull triggers.”
“Why have I come to have this conscience? If it’s this agonizing, I shouldn’t have had it. Just what am I?”
“This is all that remains of the world. Though we knew it was coming, it’s pretty shocking, huh? The disappearance not of matter but of awareness, of ideals. Not death. Something even more pure. The fact that we life-forms ever existed…… Our past, present and future, it will all disappear.”
“Our world is like a terminal cancer. Saying you’ll change things through individual will is the rambling of a peace-loving fool. Why don’t you understand it’s too late for humanity?!”
“People can say there is a balance, a logic that everything happens for a reason... But the truth is far less designed. No matter how hard you work, when you die, you die. Some spend their entire life trying to scratch their way to the top, and still die in poverty. While others are born into wealth without ever working at all. It's a cruel and random world. And yet the chaos is all so beautiful.”
“If there is such a thing like happiness in this world, it should resemble the endless nothingness. Nihility is having nothing and having nothing to lose. If that isn't happiness... then what is?”
“To live is to undertake a journey - no, to undertake a journey is to live. To face the wind or to follow it, all journeys lead to the gates of death... The light in which all journeys are taken is deceptive - not hopeful, but sorrowful. And the struggle never ends. Everywhere on the earth is fleeting life. We are blown by the wind. The words we write in the sand disappear and finally, when we are swallowed by the sea we do not hear the waves. The humblest of creatures must face these dreadful barriers. No-not barriers, but challenges rather...”