I’m something that I used to be. I’m never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don’t know who’s seeking me. My boredom with everything has numbed me. I feel banished from my soul.
— The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via stxxz)
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
— Jean Cocteau (via stxxz)
When you show yourself to the world and display your talents, you naturally stir all kinds of resentment, envy, and other manifestations of insecurity… you cannot spend your life worrying about the petty feelings of others
— Robert Greene
…Existentialism: the responsibility of the individual to take hold of his or herself in a way which ensures really existing, rather than sleepwalking through life.
— Steven Earnshaw (via stxxz)