But I Felt A Rush Of Fondness For Her, So Sudden And So Simple It Made Me Smile.

But I felt a rush of fondness for her, so sudden and so simple it made me smile.

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger (via wholesomeobsessive)

“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)

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)

Why, this is hell and nor am I out of it

Mephistopheles - Christopher Marlowe’s ‘Dr Faustus’ (via wholesomeobsessive)

And he’s a mumbler, a swallower of words.  Despite spending the last six years in a perfectly nice part of Berkshire, he speaks in a bored cockney drawl because God forbid anyone should think his father has done well or worked hard, God forbid anyone should think that he’s comfortable and cared for and loved, loved equally by both his parents even if he only seems to desire and require the attentions of one. In short, my son makes me feel like his step-father. I have had some experience of unrequited love in the past and that was no picnic, I can tell you.  But the unrequited love of one’s only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn.

Us by David Nicholls (via wholesomeobsessive)

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)