Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell

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)

"He rather liked people.  It was a major failing in a demon. Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves.  They seemed to have a talent for it.  It was built into the design, somehow.  They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and they devoted most of their energies to making it worse.  Over the years Crowley had found it increasingly difficult to find anything demonic to do which showed up against the natural background of generalized nastiness."

- Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman - Good Omens

“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)

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions — fear, desire, anger — serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost…

David Nicholls, Us (via wholesomeobsessive)

Throughout history, men have broken women’s hearts in a particular way. They love them or half-love them and then grow weary and spend weeks and months extricating themselves soundlessly, pulling their tails back into their doorways, drying themselves off, and never calling again. Meanwhile, women wait. The more in love they are and the fewer options they have, the longer they wait, hoping that he will return with a smashed phone, with a smashed face, and say, I’m sorry, I was buried alive and the only thing I thought of was you, and feared that you would think I’d forsaken you when the truth is only that I lost your number, it was stolen from me by the men who buried me alive, and I’ve spent three years looking in phone books and now I have found you. I didn’t disappear, everything I felt didn’t just leave. You were right to know that would be cruel, unconscionable, impossible. Marry me.

Prologue to Three Women, Lisa Taddeo

“To change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.”

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit - Jeanette Winterson (via velvetmelody)