“…I rush toward being alone as rivers rush toward the sea.” ~ Franz Kafka, Letters

“…beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.” ~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“…so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.” ~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I love with such ferocity that it kills me…” ~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I am both worse and better than you thought.” ~ Sylvia Plath, Journals

“They wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to…” ~ Albert Camus, The Fall

“I am glad you love the blossoms so well. I hope you love birds, too.” ~ Emily Dickinson, Letters

“My head aches a little, and my heart a little more…” ~ Emily Dickinson, Letters

سب کچھ نثارِ راہِ وفا کر چکے ہیں ہم ؀ فیض

“And, today, there is no greater joy than to live alone and unknown.” ~ Albert Camus, Notebooks

“We struggle and suffer to reconquer our solitude.” ~ Albert Camus, Notebooks

“There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.” ~ Albert Camus, Notebooks

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.” ~ Virginia Woolf, Letters

“For the memory is such a feeble thing and blurs and distorts past impressions.” ~ Sylvia Plath, Letters

“No sleep for three nights…” ~ Franz Kafka, Diaries

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” ~ Emily Dickinson, Letters

دل میں اب یوں ترے بھولے ہوئے غم آتے ہیں۔۔۔ ؀فیض

“…at a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.” ~ Albert Camus, Caligula

“…and when I wake early I say to myself Fight, fight.” ~ Virginia Woolf, Diaries

“I am away from home… even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.” ~ Franz Kafka, Letters