Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It.Think'st Thou That I, Who Saw The Face Of God,And Tasted The Eternal

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss?

Mephistophilis from faust’s dr faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)

Is the world such an evil place, that love should be indistinguishable from the basest and most abusive forms of violence?

Sally Rooney, Normal People (via wholesomeobsessive)

Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow.

Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via wholesomeobsessive)

The forests can be levelled and the roads made straight, but the wild things go deeper, beyond detection, and wait.

—Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook

“Objectively Connell did find Marianne’s opinions interesting, but he could see how her fondness for expressing them at length, to the exclusion of lighter conversation, was not universally charming.”

Normal People, Sally Rooney