In myself, too many things have perished which, I imagined would last forever.
"Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore."
━ Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be 
"I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life."
━ Jean-Paul Sartre