Or To Live Against Ones Grain, That Is Degeneration By Definition.

Or to live against one’s grain, that is degeneration by definition.

Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)

Do you think I judge you for being so idle? says Joanna. Deep down I think you do.  You judge Peggy. Peggy has an idle mind, which is different.

Normal People by Sally Rooney (via wholesomeobsessive)

If there really had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other people’s vanity and foolishness.

Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus (via wholesomeobsessive)

She had heard the piece occasionally in New York, but she had never heard it with Carol, and now the music was like a bridge soaring across time without touching anything.

Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)

Leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me; but do not torture me so.

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (via wholesomeobsessive)

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Romeo, Romeo and Juliet (1.5.59-60)