The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
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No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
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Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest --thought, action --is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
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At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.
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A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man --the one he used to be.
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Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for, natural as air. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time -- is the same thing as time; if it comes in fits and starts, that is only so as to leave the sufferer more defenseless during the moments that follow, those long moments when one relives the last bout of torture and waits for the next.
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Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority, otherwise called ambition.
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The only joy in the world is to begin.
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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
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One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
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Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
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It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?
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If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be!
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Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.
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