even if you lock yourself indoors and sleep through your days, death will find you, just as love will. If its fun, go and seek it. But if it is love, do not search for it, u will find only deception. Love finds a man; a man does not find love. How could he? He does not know where it dwells, nor which road leads to it.
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
"Seni tanıyanların sayısı azaldıkça özgürlüğün artar. Kendisini kimsenin tanımadığı ve kimsenin ondan bir şey beklemediği insanlar, bu dünyadaki en özgür insanlardır. İnsanlar bazen birer bağ, birer zincirdir."
if you break someone's heart and that person still speaks to you with the same energy and respects you, just imagine what a great person you have lost.
The sole function of your perfectionism, aside from agonising you into the pursuit of greatness, is to humble you by reminding you that no matter how great you become, you are not good enough, and so perversely, you are trapped: the better you become, the more acutely you perceive your flaws.