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“The universe is grand, but life is grander. We’re certain to meet again.”
― Liu Cixin, Death's End

“Death is the only lighthouse that is always lit. No matter where you sail, ultimately, you must turn toward it. Everything fades in the world, but Death endures.”
― Liu Cixin, Death's End

“...the human race, like drops of water in that river and they flowed on, each so close to the other and yet so far apart, a nameless flood, to the sea. When all things lasted so short a time and nothing mattered very much, it seemed pitiful that men, attaching an absurd importance to trivial objects, should make themselves and one another so unhappy.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
― Albert Camus

“You can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“We shall rise insensibly, and reach the tops of the everlasting hills, where the winds are cool and the sight is glorious.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“The proper basis for marriage is mutual misunderstanding. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. One should always be in love - that's the reason one should never marry.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories

“If the world itself is a horror then there is nothing to fix and the only thing you could be protected from would be the contemplation of it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“Contiguity brings into sharper focus our essential separatedness.”
― Han Suyin

“Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder”
― Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton: The Revolution

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
― Mark Twain

“Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.”
― David Bowie

“Very early in my life it was too late.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Lover

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“There is no perfection only life”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.”
― Anais Nin

“He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.”
― Bill Watterson

“I try to make everyone's day a little more surreal.”
― Bill Watterson, The Essential Calvin and Hobbes: A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury

“I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on—and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar