[He] Felt That The Murky Twilight Which Was Gradually Seeping Into The Room Was Also Slowly Penetrating

“I look around my library some nights and I do these terrible things to myself: I count up the books and think, how long I might have to live and think, ‘Fuck, I can’t read two-thirds of these books.’ It overwhelms me with sadness.”

— David Bowie, 2002

“By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”

— Arthur Rimbaud (b. 20 October 1854)

“It’s amazing how much distance one truth can create between two people.”

— Colleen Hoover (via quotemadness)

“Elle s'éveillait comme d'un songe, elle naissait à la passion.”

— Émile Zola, Thérèse Raquin

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal

“She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.”

— Gyula Krúdy (via lareinedefer)

“I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.”

— Franz Kafka 

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

— Adonis, from Singular in a Plural Form, tr. by Khaled Mattawa

T. S. Eliot — Portrait of a Lady