725 notes 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)

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6,599 notes 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)

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474 notes I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic—I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me. —Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
226 notes 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)
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