Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.
Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.
I was now, all the time, unutterably tired as if simply keeping alive was a terrible effort.
In a century or two this planet will have been destroyed by external cosmic forces or by the senseless activity of the human race. Human life is a freak phenomenon, soon to be blotted out. That is a c...
But I live, I , with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always.
I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it—and I've given so much love to people—I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me—but nobody's ever loved me...
I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours...
The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.
And she wondered now how she could go on existing through the successive moments of her life.
He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.
I had deluded myself throughout by the idea of reviving a secret love which did not exist at all.
Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.
He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.
It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.
You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's .
A few people paused to look at him, but Londoners were by now so accustomed to 'weirdies' of all kinds that his ritual aroused little interest.
But whatever she was I loved her and was committed to her and had always been, here and out beyond the stars, those stars behind stars behind stars which I had seen that night when I lay on the rocks...
She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.
I said, Your brother is in bed with my wife. I added, I just took them up some wine in bed.
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