Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we possess them.
Sun, 1st Dec — 1 note
— Remembrance of Things Past: Vol II | Marcel Proust
When I take a long look at my life, as though from outside, it does not appear particularly happy. Yet I am even less justified in calling it unhappy, despite all its mistakes. After all, it is foolish to keep probing for happiness or unhappiness, for it seems to me it would be hard to exchange the unhappiest days of my life for all the happy ones. If what matters in a person’s existence is to accept the inevitable consciously, to taste the good and bad to the full and to make for oneself a more individual, unaccidental and inward destiny alongside one’s external fate, then my life has been neither empty nor worthless. Even if, as it is decreed by the gods, fate has inexorably trod over my external existence as it does with everyone, my inner life has been of my own making.
Sat, 2nd Mar — 2 notes
— Gertrude | Hermann Hesse
If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves.
Thu, 28th Feb — 2 notes
— House of Incest | Anaïs Nin
In the subconscious you fuck ugly people, never beautiful, because the libido always desires something repulsive.
Thu, 28th Feb — 20 notes
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: ‘Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις;’ respondebat illa: ‘ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.’
For I myself saw the Cumaean Sibyl with my own eyes, hanging in a cruet, and when the boys asked her, ‘Sibyl, what do you want?,’ she answered, ‘I want to die.’
Sun, 2nd Dec — 0 notes
— The Waste Land | T.S. Eliot
No hay silencio que no termine. / There is no silence that does not end.
Sat, 1st Dec — 2 notes