PERSONALISED STARTERS : VOL.3  /   JANE FOSTER  /   DOKKSTJARNA
â Some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. â
â This is bigger than you and me now. â
â I know youâre here. I can feel it. â
â The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. â
â I was looking to the sky tonight hoping to find you in any of the stars out there. â
â Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. â
â Emotions have become a disease in me. â
â Iâm the ocean, the earth. â
â There are ways of dying that donât end in funerals. Types of death you canât smell. â
â Itâs just silent, no sound at all. Itâs like somethingâs waiting. â
â You say they create their own reality, but what is reality? â
â Love is a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover. â
â Death frees from the fear of dying. â
â How awful, the way time passes. â
â Itâs enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. â
â I have done bad things. I canât take them back, and they are part of who I am. â
â There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts. â
â Thanks for finding me. â
â Did you tell him what I showed you in the dark? â
â People are born in order to live, right? But the longer Iâve lived, the more Iâve lost whatâs inside me. â
â All you said was that I had to kill you. You didnât say how. â
â If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. â
â You must sleep now. â
â I loved you. I was a monster, but I loved you. â
â Cruel nature has won again. â
â The sun climbs high in the sky, then starts down. People come, then go â
â Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die. â
â You are extraordinary. â
â You canât expect something unreal to last anyway, can you? â
â Truth is singular. Its âversionsâ are mistruths. â