Quotes from Porochista Khakpour

Don't ask for advice too much. Go with you, as gritty as that might be at times.

Love is the only good way many of us know how to feel alive.

It reminded me that illness will always be with you as long as life is with you. And tragedy will be with you too.

Maybe anything could become the most beautiful thing in the world if you gave in fully, let it take you over, let it be all you had.

you could simply imagine doing the unthinkable, and then, the next thing you knew, there you were doing it. Nothing was out of the question. Anything could happen. You had to do it your way.

Sometimes being hotheaded and doing it your own way and walking out on all the hot shit might be the right thing to do.

Was all the hardship there to demonstrate how unlucky I was, or was I actually a very lucky person given that I'd survived so much?

he was reminded over and over how the best part about living was that others could not know your thoughts...

I knew I had to live because, well, I didn't have the imagination to think otherwise.

I have been through so much, I wanted to say, but the words were tangled in my throat.

I ran like someone running away from something, as if my demons were literally chasing me across the park. I ran crying, tears streaming down my face, and one time I caught myself yelling, a strange canine yelp that felt strangely good to release into that cold wind.

I sometimes wonder if I would have been less sick if I had had a home.

I hate to exercise, I hate to meditate, I don't enjoy eating well, I never get proper sleep. I am not a poster child for wellness. I am a sick girl. I know sickness. I live with it. In some ways, I keep myself sick." "Sick" Porochista Khakpour

I hate to exercise, I hate to meditate, I don't enjoy eating well, I never get proper sleep. I am not a poster child for wellness. I am a sick girl. I know sickness. I live with it. In some ways, I keep myself sick.

Love is the only good way many of us know how to feel alive. And the ghost I so often was wanted badly to feel real. And the characters in this section can at least tell you I existed. They might not have thought of me much, but they can tell you I was real. Sometimes too real.

Because my illness at this stage has no cure, I can forever own this discomfort of the body. I can always say this was all a mistake. To find a home in my body is to tell a story that doesn't exist. I am a foreigner, but in ways that go much deeper than I thought, under the epidermis and into the blood cells.

Time kept on and on like the cheapest toilet paper.