It creates necessary apathy in a person; you care, you care so deeply and you can’t help it, it’s a part of you. Everytime someone, anyone ceases to exist as an actual part of your life something is ripped from you, out of you. At some point it has to stop, you can’t lose anymore pieces, you can’t keep giving yourself away. So you stop, you stop caring, you stop caring before you care yourself to death. 

“I’m just being eaten away from the inside by homesickness and the feelings of being utterly suffocated by circumstances and this whole city. “

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
-Alan Bennett 

(Source: cervid)