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“I want to be two people at once. One runs away.”
― Peter Heller, The Dog Stars

“There is music playing somewhere but I can't hear it.”
― Bret Easton Ellis

“There's a void inside me, a blank that's slowly expanding, devouring what's left of who I am. I can hear it happening. I'm totally lost, my identity dying.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“I don't remember, not exactly. So many of my memories from back then are shadowy, incomplete. I need him to fill in the gaps, though sometimes the girl he describes sounds like a stranger.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“At the end of class, he stops me on my way out the door and hands me my essay on Lavinia from Titus Andronicus. I focused on her torn-out tongue and torn-off hands, her subsequent silence, the failure of language in the face of rape.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“I'm so far gone now, sometimes I feel like maybe it's almost enough.”
― Amber Smith, The Way I Used to Be

“I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in me. But I couldn't be anywhere else, either. I had nowhere else to go.”
― Elisabeth Thomas, Catherine House

“..it’s like the people in the play are living in the same world but separately from each other, like their worlds have somehow become disjointed or broken off each other’s worlds. But if they could just step out of themselves, or just hear and see what’s happening right next to their ears and eyes, they’d see it’s the same play they’re all in, the same world, that they’re all part of the same story.”
― Ali Smith, Winter

“I know you’re not goingâ€� to kill me. I’m already dead.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“It wouldn’t be so bad, to actually be living; it would be pretty nice.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“Il y a des personnages qui sentent que leurs sens les séparent du réel, de l'être. Ce sens en eux infecte les autres sens.”
― Paul Valéry

“Ever since the witness testimony, my time in the booth had become more difficult, and I had started to look at my colleagues differently. They no longer seemed like the well-adjusted individuals I had met upon my arrival, instead they were marked by alarming fissures, levels of dissociation that I did not think could be sustainable.”
― Katie Kitamura, Intimacies

“This alternate reality here I'm not quite in my body, not quite in my mind, either--it's this place where all I do is think about one thing and one thing only.”
― Amber Smith, The Way I Used to Be

“I think I'm shaking and everything seems a bit I don't know”
― Alice Oseman, Solitaire

“The wait went on, the seconds ticking away in a tangle of emotions, desperate hope giving way to pitiless anguish. The certainty of being safe from misfortune shatters inexorably, like a splinter being driven into your soul, leaving behind fissures that you try to repair because this sort of thing only happens to other people . . . . And words and pictures come to mind and linger, cruel, unbearable. You close your eyes so as not to see, not to feel, not to think. Pathetic attempts to escape disaster by sheer force of will.”
― Barbara Abel, Mothers' Instinct

“As she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures of her little sister’s dream.

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by—the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool—she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution—once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess’s knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it—once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard’s slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle.

So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality—the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds—the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen’s shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy—and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard—while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle’s heavy sobs.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“How can a person feel they are trusted if they are required to disassociate with others to earn the trust of another?”
― Jeffrey G. Duarte

“The more we try to disassociate from our shame, relying solely on our own reasoning and will power in an attempt to get some emotional relief, the stronger the hold shame has over us. Our shame-based behaviour will find ways to reveal itself if we remain in denial about our pain. Shame can be very subtle and often operates at a subconscious level of awareness. However, when we accept we are carrying unresolved shame, we can heal and make peace with ourselves.”
― Christopher Dines, Super Self Care: How to Find Lasting Freedom from Addiction, Toxic Relationships and Dysfunctional Lifestyles

“All prisoners need exercise, even dead ones.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“The thing didn’t happen. It wasn’t real. But the feeling isâ€�”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“One year passes, another one comes and the life I had thought was interrupted - its present unconnected to its past - weaves its threads together independently of me. It endures in the vast expanse of time and I pay no attention.”
― Iman Humaydan, Wild Mulberries

“Her own voice sounds echoey, as if somebody else is speaking.”
― Damon Galgut, The Promise

“I was that servant girl again, so distant now that her return struck me with despondence and torn familiarity.”
― Kailey Bright, Unity

“In another minute life would be painful. The words were coming back, and inside the wrappings of the words there would be thoughts lying there. The hot sun would shrivel them; they must be kept inside in the dark.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

“After I've slept many dreams, I go out to the street with my eyes wide open but still with the aura and assurance of my dreams. And I'm astonished by my automatism, which prevents others from really knowing me. For I go through daily life still holding the hand of my astral nursemaid; my steps are in perfect accord with the obscure designs of my sleeping mind. And I walk in the right direction; I don't stagger; I react well; I exist.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I don't know what I want or don't want. I've stopped wanting, stopped knowing how to want, stopped knowing the emotions or thoughts by which people generally recognize that they want something or want to want it. I don't know who I am or what I am. Like someone buried under a collapsed wall, I lie under the topped vacuity of the entire universe.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Everything slips away from me. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and all it contains, my personality: it all slips away.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Like all who are impassioned, I take blissful delight in losing myself, in fully experiencing the thrill of surrender.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I can't pull myself together. If I've lived during this time, I forgot to be aware of it.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Geno shrugged. Cash recognized the shrug. She herself brushed off things that were important to her. Too many dreams had been dashed. Too many hopes lost. If you didn't want something too much, it didn't hurt that much if you didn't get it.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Sinister Graves