The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson (via mirroir)
❝ My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring. ❞
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
❝ How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive. ❞
 Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov  (via bonhivers)
❝ With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love? ❞
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
❝ I like being myself. Myself and nasty. ❞
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via ophaelia)
❝ It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. Things taste less. They feel less. You forget, little by little, who you were. There isn’t much love, but there is a lot of vodka, and reminiscing. It’s rather like a university reunion, but the cakes and tarts are made of dust. And there is always a war on. But there was always a war on before, too, wasn’t there? ❞
Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
❝ How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind? ❞
Albert Camus, The Stranger
❝ In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. ❞
George Orwell, 1984
❝ If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. ❞
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)
❝ I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live. ❞
Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher
❝ I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ❞