“Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.”

But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future.

Not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

Like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.

It is widely held in high regard.

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality

The sea is endless when you are in a rowboat.

Which one will it be? Time alone will tell.

Life has now taught me that love for things,

The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom.

I believe we lose immortality because we have not conquered our opposition to death;

And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures…

People love nobody as much as they do their hatred.

Makes almost everybody uncomfortable, and a few, extraordinarily rich.

Revolution: Political movement which gets many people´s hopes up, let´s even more people down

We commit vanishing acts when things get too close. We flirt like lovers and love like ghosts.

I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.

One time I stayed at a haunted motel. When I checked into my room, there was a sheet on the floor, and I thought it was a ghost that had passed out, so I kicked it.

I know people who believe in ghosts but don’t believe in themselves.

He disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.

He treated her like a ghost, not wonder her memory haunted him long after she was gone.

I hold a trembling fire in my heart, to burn the ghosts of broken regrets.

I have become a ghost, Letting myself be haunted by everything I once was and everything I could’ve been.