“I did not forget you; I cannot forget you. I thrusted my arm into my body, pulled my heart out, and consequently, squeezed it dry of its blood, for in this dark night, I am using it as ink to write about you.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“He did not stop loving her in his heart and mind, or in himself and his senses, but he began to love her by stabbing himself so that his wounds can love her too.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“And if my soul can be of any use to you, I beseech you darling, take it and do with it as you see fit, for since I met you, my soul has been merely floating around me, never inside me.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“I have a wish; one and only wish: to find the balance between the exhausting solitude, and the unbearable crowds. That, dear friend, is the answer we seek, and the answer that was sought by the people before us. On another thought, it is for the best if we do not find the answer, for then we can suffer without a reason and we can blame God for such suffering, He who understands what we mean.” GodSuffering Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“I do not know what is happening to me, dear, for only God knows. Maybe it is the suffering of man that grants him happiness at the end, or maybe God has nothing but riddles.” LoveGodSuffering Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“Humans are not made to love themselves; I would argue that they are only capable of loving everyone except themselves. The one who loves himself has no one, but the one who loves someone has, at the very least, the memory of someone, and at the very most, someone who makes the suffering of the excruciating loneliness endurable.” LoveRomanceSufferingLoneliness Of Life Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer