There is a kind of
sadness that comes from
knowing too much,
from seeing the world as it
truly is. It is the
sadness of understanding that
life is not a grand
adventure, but a series of
small, insignificant
moments, that love is not
a fairy tale, but a
fragile, fleeting emotion, that
happiness is not a
permanent state, but a rare,
fleeting glimpses of
something we can never
hold onto.
And in that
understanding, there is a profound
loneliness, a sense
of being cut off from the
world, from other
people, from oneself."
- Virginia Woolf
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