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

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

Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)

It just occurred to me that people who haven’t read the book don’t know about this amazing analogy

“By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes — a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.”

— A Room with a View. E.M. Forster. (via realsurrealunreal)

And she was curious about me, too, something that I’d not experienced for some time.  We talked about our parents and our siblings, our work and friends, our schools and childhoods, the implication being that we would need to know this information for the future. Of course, after nearly a quarter of a century, the questions about our distant pasts have all been posed and we’re left with ‘how was your day?’ and ‘when will you be home?’ and 'have you put the bins out?'  Our biographies involve each other so intrinsically now that we’re both on nearly every page.  We know the answers because we were there, and so curiosity becomes hard to maintain; replaced, I suppose, my nostalgia.

Us by David Nicholls (via wholesomeobsessive)

“To change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.”

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit - Jeanette Winterson (via velvetmelody)

A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know.

Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (via wholesomeobsessive)