Verbatim

Life is a blur. Everything is nothing.

My origin is absolute nothingness. Whatever I am, I am false. My fate is loneliness so great there is nothing beyond it.

I am nothing without my loneliness.

Grief is a circular staircase and I'm lost.

I am running out of excuses, perhaps in the end we all do give in to temptation.

Emotions suppressed come forth in uglier ways.

Sometimes saving the world is just saving yourself from killing yourself.

What do they do with themselves?

My way of existing is abhorrent. I loath my own heart. I am false, unwanted and incapable in every sense of the word.

The kind of loneliness burns in your veins. There is no one for you and you belong nowhere.

Sometimes it's the only confession you know.

There's nothing in life worth living for.

- The alchemist, by Paulo coelho