Depression doesn’t just steal the depressed person’s capacity for joy. It throws its mantle over everything he has ever done and everything he could ever do. The depressed person dies not to save himself from the world but to save the world from himself. In this case the word depression makes clear…
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300 Arguments
“Jam-packed with insights you’ll want to both text to your friends and tattoo on your skin….A sweeping view of a human mind trying to make order of the world around us.”―Celeste Ng, author of Little Fires Everywhere T
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Some people ditch friends and lovers because it’s easier to get new ones than to resolve conflicts with the old ones, particularly if resolving a conflict requires one to admit error or practice mercy. I’m describing an asshole. But what if the asshole thinks he’s ditching an asshole?
Happiness begins to deteriorate once it is named.
The trouble with setting goals is that you're constantly working towards what you used to want.
Every success story can be told in a series of failures.
Every new routine begins in desperation. And ends in a different desperation.
Anger conceals pain. It also conceals love.
Crying turns to laughing and laughing to crying - if the storm is intense enough, all the fuses in the house blow.
There were people I wanted so much before I had them that the entire experience of having them was grief for my old hunger.
The aftershocks of the first time last forever. One might take this as permission not to finish anything.
People congregate according to their relative levels of luck.
Preferable to accepting one's insignificance is imagining the others hate you.
Some people will punish you merely for witnessing their weaknesses.
Interesting people aren't interested in appearing interesting.
My least favorite received idea about writing is that one must find one's voice, as if it's there inside you, ready to be turned on like a player piano. Like character, its very existence depends on interaction with the world.
Bad art is from no one to no one.
The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.
Like a vase, a heart breaks once. After that, it just yields to its flaws.
The dark owns everything, but our sun comes out often enough that we think the universe is half dark, half light.
The first beautiful songs you hear tend to stay beautiful because better than beauty, which is everywhere, is the memory of first discovering beauty.