For, after all, what is man in nature ? A nothing compared to the infinite, a whole compared to the nothing, a middle point between all and nothing. Infinitely remote from an understanding of the extremes; and the end of things and their principles are unattainably hidden from him in impenetrable secrecy. Equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed.
And you rip it from my hands and you swear it’s all gone […] Well, now you’ve won
—Mumford & sons
With regret I’m willing to bet and say the older you get it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work, the first cut is the deepest but the rest still flipping hurt.
You build your heart of plastic, get cynical and sarcastic and end up in the corner on your own.
- Molly: You have to control the pain.
- Sherlock: You…You never felt pain, did you. Why did you never feel it? Pain…"
- Moriarty: You always feel it, Sherlock. But you. Don’t. Have. To FEAR IT."
But in the end, no matter where I went, I could never change. Over and over again I made the same mistake, hurt other people and hurt myself in the bargain. Just after I turned twenty, this thought hit me: Maybe I’ve lost the chance to ever be a decent human being. The mistakes I’d committed - maybe they were part of my very make-up, and inescapable part of my being. I’d hit rock bottom and I knew it.
—South of the border west of the sun - Haruki Murakami