It’s so repulsive to me when people say “I’ll always love you” because it’s never true.
"But that mimosa grove— the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honeydew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since— until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another."
Lolita, Chapter 4
By Vladimir Nabokov
"I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad."