Quotes from Matt Haig

I was a human being with human illnesses, which other humans have had—millions and millions of humans—and most of them had either overcome their illnesses or had somehow managed to live with them.

She smiles at me. She clicks the top of her pen. Then clicks it again. Each one is a moment. The first click, the pause between the click, and the second click. The longer you live, the harder it becomes. To grab them. Each little moment as it arrives. To be living in something other than the past or the future. To be actually here.

Stamina is essential to stay focused in a life filled with distraction

Don't worry about your abilities. You have the ability to love. That is enough.

If one advances confidently," Thoreau had written in Walden, "in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." He'd also observed that part of this success was the product of being alone. "I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

It's hard to predict, isn't it?' she asked, looking blankly in front of her as she moved a black bishop across the board to take a white pawn. 'The things that will make us happy.

The power of all the regrets simultaneously emanating from the book was becoming agony. The weight of guilt and remorse and sorrow too strong. She leaned back on her elbows, dropped the heavy book and squeezed her eyes shut. She could hardly breathe, as if invisible hands were around her neck.

To deny mess is to deny who we are. To see it, to allow it, to forgive it, is to reach a state of what Buddhist and psychologist Tara Brach calls 'radical acceptance', where we can appreciate our so-called flaws or imperfections as a natural part of existence. And then we can exist with openness and honesty, rather than shrink ourselves by trying to shut ourselves away like the contents of a cluttered cupboard. We can, in short, live.

quanto mais as pessoas estavam ligadas às redes sociais, mais solitária a sociedade se tornava.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-tohuman connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

adolescentes", cuyos rasgos principales son una resistencia endeble a la gravedad, un vocabulario compuesto de gruñidos, falta de conciencia espacial, dosis abundantes de masturbación y una voracidad desmedida por comer cereales.

There was an invisible baton of failure her mother had passed down, and Nora had held it for a long time. Maybe that was why she had given up on so many things. Because she had it written in her DNA that she had to fail.

how life sometimes simply gave you a whole new perspective by waiting around long enough for you to see it.

Se você tem como objetivo ser algo que não é, vai sempre fracassar. Tenha como objetivo ser você. Parecer, agir e pensar como você. Ser a versão mais verdadeira de si. Abrace essa singularidade. Apoie, ame, trabalhe arduamente essa singularidade. E não dê a menor bola quando as pessoas ridicularizarem ou zombarem dela. A maioria das fofocas é inveja disfarçada. Mantenha a cabeça baixa, mantenha a estamina. Continue a nadar...

Don't spend your life worrying about what you are missing out on. Not to be Buddhist about it- okay, to be a little Buddhist about it- life isn't about being pleased with what you are doing, but about what you are being.

paradox: The things you don't need to live—books, art, cinema, wine, and so on—are the things you need to live.

There was no way of living that could immunize you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness.

she had reached some state of acceptance about life – that if there was a bad experience, there wouldn't only be bad experiences. She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery

Hugo shrugged. 'If I was religious, I'd say it was God. And as God is probably someone we can't see or comprehend then He – or She – or whichever pronoun God is

I didn't mean to be so weird. So rude.' 'Well, some people can't help it. Some people are just like that.' 'Well, I didn't mean to be.' 'What we are and what we mean are different things. It's fine. The world makes it very hard not to be a prick.

One of the key symptoms of depression is to see no hope. No future. Far from the tunnel having light at the end of it, it seems like it is blocked at both ends, and you are inside it. So if I could have only known the future, that there woudl be one far brighter than anything I'd experienced, then one end of that tunnel would have been blown to peices, and I could have faced the light.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person.

Los números primos vuelven a la gente loca, pero literalmente

Though I am absolutely sure, word for word, she then said: 'There is a darkness that fringes everything. It is a most horrid ecstasy.' And I felt the horror of her horror. That, I suppose, is a price we pay for love: the absorbing of another's pain as if our own.