Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is CircumscribedIn One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell,And Where Hell Is

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

Mephistopheles in Marlowe’s Dr Faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)

from art objects: essays in ecstasy and effrontery, which is an undeniably great title.

…we cannot conceive that as we grow up our own minds will become so enlarged and elevated that we ourselves shall then regard as trifling those objects and pursuits we now so fondly cherish.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë (via wholesomeobsessive)

Oh, I’ll leap up to my God. Who pulls me down?

The tragedy of Doctor Faustus, Christopher Marlowe (via wholesomeobsessive)

No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed the fukú on the world, and we’ve all been in the shit ever since. Santo Domingo might be fukú’s Kilometer Zero, its port of entry, but we are all of us its children, whether we know it or not.

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz, 2 (via chronicles-of-a-slow-reader)

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspired his overthrow

Christopher Marlowe (from Dr Faustus)