Teddy

Teddy lingered for a moment at the door, reflectively experimenting with the door handle, turning it slowly left and right. “After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances,” he said. “I may be an orange peel.”

Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

The standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering - this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary daytime advice for every one. But at three o’clock in the morning … the cure doesn’t work - and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.