"The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open."
— Philip Roth (via philo-sofia)
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via stainedpoems)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via lapetitemandarine)
"There in a flowery grove the hermaphrodite sleeps a deep heavy sleep, drenched in his tears. The birds, waking, contemplate, enraptured, this melancholy figure, through the branches of the trees, and the nightingale will not sing its crystal-toned cavatinas. The presence of the unhappy hermaphrodite has made the wood as august as a tomb."
— Comte de Lautréamont
Les Chants de Maldoror (via loveage-moondream)
(Source: walkstepsstep, via demoniality)
"J’ai vu perler des larmes d’amour qui dureront plus longtemps que les étoiles du ciel ."
— Charles Péguy, Mystère des Saints Innocents (via feuille-d-automne)