“I gave up trying to make sense of it all. How could I? There’s no logic to heartbreak, no reason to loneliness. It just is. It hangs over you like a shadow, follows you everywhere you go, sits on your chest as you try to sleep, whispers in your ear when you try to smile. It’s the kind of pain that no one else sees, the kind that gnaws at you until there’s nothing left but an empty shell of the person you used to be.”

– Charlotte Brontë, Villette