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Mental health is a complex, multi-layered issue. Having suffered from anxiety and depression myself, I know how difficult it is to articulate my feelings even to a trained human being, who can see my facial expressions and hear the nuanced inflections in my voice, or even my body language.
Medium to large dogs are more likely to be 'opportunistic crotch-sniffers,' meaning that they might take a sniff if their nose happens to be in the vicinity of a woman on her period.
— Caroline Bologna, Here's Why Dogs Sniff Your Crotch When You're On Your Period
I knew what I was doing was wrong. I stood up before the world and I accepted the responsibility for my actions.
— Michael Cohen, Cohen speaks out about Trump after sentencing
You spend all your life writing novels and hoping they’re going to be your breakthrough book, and when you have your biggest book, and it’s the book about the worst experience of your life, it is slightly a double-edged sword.
I think we’ll truly be there with mental health when we just see it exactly the same as physical health … But I think the first step has to be the conversation, and the conversation is happening so that’s good.
'I'm sorry,' I say. 'About being a bit odd sometimes, at school.' Camille shakes her head. 'You really have to stop saying that. Incessant apologizing is never an attractive trait.' 'You're right. The thing is, I really am quite bad, you know, with people.' 'Ah, them. People. Yes, it's hard.' 'And I…
'Beauty—be not caused,' said Emily Dickinson. 'It is.' In one way she was wrong. The scattering of light over a long distance creates a sunset. The crashing of ocean waves on a beach is created by tides, which are themselves the result of gravitational forces exerted by the sun and the moon and the…
I think Twitter is the exact opposite of a book. A book is such a considered thing, such a safe space of the mind where you just go to and it’s not immediately interactive and it has different eyes on it. Twitter, for me … is just an impulsive rash response.
It’s sometimes nice just to test things and talk to readers and hear back, and it makes you feel real, like you’ve got a real job with real people and you’re not in your little ivory tower … But when people get piled on, there’s nothing worse for your mental health.
That is one of the patterns: when nothing is happening, nothing continues to happen, but after a while the lull becomes too much and the drums need to kick in. Something has to happen. Often that need comes from yourself. You make a phone call. You say, 'I can't do this life anymore, I need to chang…
'Can I ask you something?' asks Will, after a while. The man sips his whisky instead of answering. Will asks the question anyway. 'Have you ever been in love?' The man places his glass down and stares at Will, steel-eyed. The expected reaction, 'Once,' he responds , the word just a croak from the ba…
'The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back, and that love is stored, and it protects us. It is bigger than life, and it doesn't end with with life. It stays inside us. They st…
'A cocktail,' she said, 'is a great ally in the war.’ 'Which war is that?' I asked. 'The war against boredom.'
Everyone represses everything. Do you think any of these 'normal' human beings really do exactly what they want to do all the time? 'Course not. It's just the same. We're middle-class and we're British. Repression is in our veins.
Music doesn't get in. Music is already in. Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up. A rebirth of sorts.
'He smiled softly. 'People you love never die.' I had no idea of the sense of his words, but they stayed with me for centuries.'
'My mother was, in the tradition of parents, quite a complicated and contradictory human being. Moralistic but a devout lover of pleasure (food, music, the aesthetics of nature). Deeply religious but seemingly as comforted by singing a secular chanson as by prayer. A lover of the natural world who w…
Maybe Shakespeare was right. Maybe all the world was a stage. Maybe without the act everything would fall apart. The key to happiness wasn't being yourself, because what did that even mean? Everyone had many selves. No. The key to happiness is finding the lie that suits you best.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.