Grief

Childhood

— a fragment of a letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh

[text ID: Many people would undoubtedly consider it foolish and superstitious to go on believing in a change for the better. It is sometimes so bitterly cold in the winter that one says, `The cold is too awful for me to care whether summer is coming or not; the harm outdoes the good.' But with or without our approval, the severe weather does come to an end eventually and one fine morning the wind changes and there is the thaw. When I compare the state of the weather to our state of mind and our circumstances, subject to change and fluctuation like the weather, then I still have some hope that things may get better.]

It's a little hard to explain, it can be what you hate and love the most at the same time.

Jan Švankmajer

absolute love corrupts absolutely

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[text ID: We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.]

Ivy