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““Pain was something one had to die with. It was something that left no strength in the arms, in the head, and destroyed even the courage to turn the head from side to side on the pillow.””

My Sweet Orange Tree • José Mauro de Vasconcelos

“All things that God would have us do are hard for us to do--remember that--and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavours to persuade.”

Moby Dick • Herman Melville

“Anxiety may be compared with dizziness. He whose eye happens to look down into the yawning abyss becomes dizzy. But what is the reason for this? It is just as much in his own eye as in the abyss, for suppose he had not looked down. Hence, anxiety is the dizziness of freedom, which emerges when the spirit wants to posit the synthesis and freedom looks down into its own possibility, laying hold of finiteness to support itself. Freedom succumbs to dizziness. Further than this, psychology cannot and will not go. In that very moment everything is changed, and freedom, when it again rises, sees that it is guilty. Between these two moments lies the leap, which no science has explained and which no science can explain. He who becomes guilty in anxiety becomes as ambiguously guilty as it is possible to become.”

The Concept of Anxiety • Soren Kierkegaard

“A human being who strives for something great considers everyone he meets on his way either as a means or as a delay and obstacle--or as a temporary resting place.”

Beyond Good and Evil • Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

““Because I couldn’t find a food which I enjoyed. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart’s content, like you and everyone else.” Those were his last words, but in his failing eyes there was the firm, if no longer proud, conviction that he was continuing to fast.” ”

A Hunger Artist • Franz Kafka