April 2012
“I really could have gone quietly for a walk. But because I felt so forlorn I preferred to go upstairs again and so went to bed.”
—Franz Kafka, Unhappiness
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
—Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
“Hell isn’t other people. Hell is yourself.”
—Ludwig Wittgenstein (via nirvikalpa)
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.” —W. B. Yeats
Are full of passionate intensity.” —W. B. Yeats
“: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: ‘My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.’”
—Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via serialstranger)
