She Naturally Loved Solitary Places, Vast Views, And To Feel Herself For Ever And Ever And Ever Alone.

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”

— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

[He] felt that the murky twilight which was gradually seeping into the room was also slowly penetrating his body, transforming his blood into fog, and that he was powerless to stop the spell that was being cast on him by the twilight.

Vladimir Nabokov, Mary, 1926

“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quotespile)

I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

moon·struck

/ˈmo͞onˌstrək/

adjective unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love. 

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’”

— John Greenleaf Whittier (b. 17 December 1807)

“Elle s'éveillait comme d'un songe, elle naissait à la passion.”

— Émile Zola, Thérèse Raquin

𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟: vanilla macarons, soft rain, oversized blazers & cashmere cardigans, cinnamon scented candles, velvet hair ribbons, spending nights by the fireplace

“A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism