“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it; before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction. And time is its only measure.”—Tom Stoppard, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” (Submitted by freunde-nicht-diese-toene)
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”—Andrew Boy (via changingmyperspective)
“I only wanted to suggest to you that self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling. It whirls its victim to destruction in the highest affirmation of his personality. No wine is so intoxicating, no love so shattering, no vice so compelling.”—The Razor’s Edge, W. Somerset Maugham (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness | you wonder where the real ones are | what giant cave hides them | as the deathly talentless bow to accolades | as the fools are fooled again | you wonder where the real ones are | if there are real ones. | this self-congratulatory nonsense has lasted decades and with some exceptions | centuries. | this is so dreary is so absolutely pitiless | it churns the gut to powder shackles hope | it makes little things like pulling up a shade or putting on your shoes or walking out on the street | more difficult near damnable | as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness | as the fools are fooled again | humanity you sick motherfucker.”—
“So this is hell. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the “burning marl.” Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is other people.”—Garcin from “No Exit” by Jean-Paul Sartre (via wrmiii)
“I thank you with all my heart (do not come) I shall write to you tomorrow. This evening my head aches too much. I have gone into certain rooms which through chance I had not revisited, and I have explored unknown areas of my grief, which spreads ever more widely as I go further into it.”—Marcel Proust, from a letter to La Comtesse de Noailles, undated 1905 (source)
““But this road doesn’t go anywhere,” I told him.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“What does?” I asked, after a little while.
“Just that we’re on it, dude,” he said.”—Less Than Zero, Bret Easton Ellis (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.”—Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“But I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose — which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly. It doesn’t frighten me”—Richard Feynman (via ageofreason)
“When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.”—Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days, Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. And if what she’d wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she’d known it was impossible and had gone ahead and done it anyway.”—The Little Friend, Donna Tartt (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn’t that a shame we don’t have many more ways to say it?”—The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”—Blue-Eyed Devil, Lisa Kleypas (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)