“Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy.”
— Albert Camus, The Possessed: A Play
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beauty is but the beginning of terror.
We can barely endure it
and are awed
when it declines to destroy us.
Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy,” from Duino Elegies (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)
I was with someone I loved, with you. I was cold, and the snow glistened. You know how the snow glistens at night when the moon shines. It was as though I was not on earth.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Complete Prose; “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
