Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?
- William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair
“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
— Edgar Allen Poe
There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious. // The Secret History, Donna Tartt
I was thinking about you. Were you thinking about me too?
when the quarantine is over we are bringing back the cult of dionysus
“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” - Clarice Lispector
I will tell it to you one day and you'll see everything make sense. And please embrace me and whisper sweet things to me.
“To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.”
— Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange
There is another world
But it is made inside this one
–Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
The heart has its storms, has its seasons of drooping but also its calms and even its times of exaltation. There is a time of sighing and of praying but there is also a time of answer to prayer. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.
Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, 3 November 1876 (via weltenwellen)