For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one’s thoughts be diverted by anything—by meals, by a fly that settles on one’s cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live.
— Albert Camus, The Plague (via feellng)
People living deeply have no fear of death.
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)
when you see a dog from across the street
The existence of other people is essentially awkward.
— Lionel Shriver, Checker and the Derailleurs (via feellng)