A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings;The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head.Go Hence, To

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.

Romeo and Juliet, act V, scene 3, by William Shakespeare. (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)

She knows Joanna would disapprove, because Marianne herself also disapproves, but when Joanna disapproves of things she doesn’t go ahead and do them anyway.

Normal People by Sally Rooney (via wholesomeobsessive)

He finds himself rushing to the end of the conversation so they can hang up, and then he can retrospectively savour how much he likes seeing her, without the moment-to-moment pressure of having to produce the right expressions and say the right things.

Normal People by Sally Rooney (via wholesomeobsessive)

Hundreds of feet below lay the tiny disorder of the abandoned mining town. There the eye and the brain played tricks with each other, for it was impossible to keep a steady concept of the proportion below, impossible to compare it on any human scale. Her own hand held up in front of her could look Lilliputian or curiously huge. And the town occupied only a fraction of the greater scoop in the earth, like a single experience, a single commonplace event, set in a certain immeasurable territory of the mind.

Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)