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“She did not want to move or to speak. She wanted to rest, to learn, to dream. She felt very tired.”

— Virginia Woolf

“The question, which in my fiftieth year had brought me to the notion of suicide, was the simplest of all questions… “What will come from what I am doing now, and may do tomorrow? What will come from my whole life?” otherwise expressed—“Why should I live? Why should I wish for anything? Why should I do anything?” Again, in other words: “Is there any meaning in my life which will not be destroyed by the inevitable death awaiting me?”

Tolstoy