- Hanif Kureishi, From "The Buddha Of Suburbia"

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“I mistrust illuminations: what we take for a discovery is very often only a familiar thought that we have not recognized.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint Genet

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

- Ivan Turgenev

supernatural is about watching sam winchester fall down again and again and he just keeps getting up but not in an inspiring way just in a way that makes you kind of sad and nauseous.

as soon as you feel the summer melancholy creep in on you and your brain is telling you to rot in bed BITCH NO you just need to swim in a lake and dry in the sun

Dostoevsky is one of those writers who, after showing you your fragmental vileness and natural disfigurement, teach you why you need to learn to love yourself.

'I love humanity,' he said, 'but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.'

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Short Story" in The Collected Poems