“Everyone around me was allowed, permitted to fall apart; yet I had to think twice. I couldn't bear to take another dip into an ocean of solitude for another taste of ostracization. I felt I would die.” — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
