❝Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience. You know what you need to do to keep alive. Folks will just screw you up with their reactions about how what happened is so horrible. First the emergency room folks letting you go ahead of them. Then the Franciscan nun screaming. Then the police with their hospital sheet.
Jump to how life was when you were a baby and you could only eat baby food. You’d stagger over to the coffee table. You’re up on your feet and you have to keep waddling along on those Vienna sausage legs or fall down. Then you get to the coffee table and bounce your big soft baby head on the sharp corner.
You’re down, and man, oh man, it hurts. Still it isn’t anything tragic until Morn and Dad run over. Oh, you poor, brave thing. Only then do you cry.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters on Hysteria
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❝If, I may one day attain a level of beauty. Let it remain invisible. For fame, fame destructs all that stands pure and unadulterated. For what isn’t invisible, isn’t really beautiful.
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❝Go on. Say that you’re not ok. Don’t lie. No. The next time he asks if you’re okay. Give him the raw, unedited version of your emotions. You’re. Not. Okay. And that’s fine.
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❝Have you ever tried crying out for help. Yet no one listened. It’s a constant fight to reach out for the little things to remind ourselves that our existence matters. But maybe, we’re reaching out for the wrong people, wrong things. Scary as it seems, nothing lasts forever. And maybe, this emptiness. Rightly belongs.
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❝There are a lot of things we don’t want to know about the people we love.
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❝The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
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❝Oh what we wouldn’t give. To turn back time, and get back the naivety of the self that never got hurt before, who truly believed love wouldn’t mean dodging bullets, impression management games and sleepless nights, impatient waiting, needless wanting, forlorn missing. To believe that happiness in the form of love, happened to everyone else but ourselves.
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❝I don’t think we’re afraid of love, no. I think we’re frightened by the thought that we might actually be happy. It’s as if we were pre-conditioned, and battle-ready to get our souls trampled upon, heart betrayed and mind torn. So the moment we can’t see the pain, we bail. Because we’ve become disenchanted with the happy endings.
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❝And perhaps the human race should be rendered a state of drunkenness. Maybe then, we’d say only the truth, we’d open our hearts raw, we’d say words of affections without worrying whether it would deem us undesirable, cheap or unwanted. Maybe then, I’d let you know if you’ve been on my mind, I’d let you know that you’re all that I want and I’d call you just because your voice brings me comfort. Maybe then, but maybe never.
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❝It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness
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