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Que é um poeta? Um homem infeliz que esconde profundas agonias no seu coração, mas cujos lábios estão conformados de tal modo que, quando o suspiro e o grito por eles fluem, soam como uma bela música... E os homens aglomeram-se em torno do poeta e dizem-lhe: 'depressa, canta outra vez', [o que] quer dizer, 'que novos sofrimentos martirizem a tua alma e que os lábios continuem a estar conformados como antes, pois o grito apenas nos angustiaria, mas a música é encantadora'.

Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

Já não há mais felicidade ou infelicidade para mim. Tudo passa. Apenas isso. Essa é a única coisa próxima a uma verdade que encontrei no mundo dos chamados 'seres humanos', o inferno que eu tenho vivido até agora. Tudo passa.

Osamu Dazai, Declínio de um Homem

I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Quanto menos se comer, beber, comprar livros, for ao teatro ou a bailes, ou ao botequim, e quanto menos se pensar, amar, doutrinar, cantar, pintar, esgrimir, etc., tanto mais se poderá economizar e maior se tornará o tesouro imune à ferrugem e às traças - o capital. Quanto menos se for, quanto menos se exprimir nossa vida, tanto mais se terá, tanto maior será nossa vida alienada e maior será a economia de nosso ser alienado.

Karl Marx, Manuscritos Econômico-Filosóficos de 1844

Pergunte-se a cada momento: 'Isso é necessário?'. A maior parte das coisas que dizemos e fazemos não é necessária; quem as eliminar da própria vida será mais tranquilo e sereno.

Marco Aurélio

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Leo Tolstoy

Eu simplesmente quero viver; para não causar mal a ninguém além de mim mesmo.

Leo Tolstoy

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Arthur Miller

Tentei durante muitos anos me adaptar ao mundo real; morri de fome.

Anaïs Nin

A riqueza não consiste em ter grandes posses, mas em ter poucas necessidades. Há apenas um caminho para a felicidade e que é deixar de se preocupar com coisas que estão além do poder da nossa vontade.

Epicteto

You cannot be happy alone and you cannot be happy together. Mourning mourns the loss of a possible future, the not-yet that now will never be. Everything ends, including you. Love is not eternal, it is not even hardy. Accepting this takes a form and amount of courage that nobody but you will see or appreciate. You can’t change any of this; you have to live with it... Get up. Begin. Make your way from the bed to the shower. Remember that this is the hardest thing you will do all day.

Mark Kingwell

You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Dearest Father, You asked me recently why I maintain that I am afraid of you. As usual, I was unable to think of any answer to your question, partly for the very reason that I am afraid of you, and partly because an explanation of the grounds for this fear would mean going into far more details than I could even approximately keep in mind while talking. And if I now try to give you an answer in writing, it will still be very incomplete.

Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

That you overslept is surely a sign of good health.

Franz Kafka, 1914

The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

Albert Camus, The Rebel

I am the shipwreck with its scattered and soaked wood littering the ocean like a nest of roaches. The water smothers me patiently, and it waits to feel my body on the ocean floor. I am the captain. I stand on my ship, never leaving its side, for tonight I sleep in a shark's stomach. The tears and rain both hit my face, as I lay on the deck and wait to drown. I am the thunder, I am the storm. Hear me roar as I deafen all. I conduct my orchestra as loud as possible and conclude with a violent smash. I am washing the splinters from within my heart and I scream as it pumps. I let my lungs fill with water as the broken bath tub leaks.

Ruby da Cherry, Gray/Grey Poem