“Elle S'éveillait Comme D'un Songe, Elle Naissait à La Passion.”

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

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“Aphrodite, the queen of the senses, she, born of the sea-foam, is the luminousness of the gleaming senses, the phosphorescence of the sea, the senses become a conscious aim unto themselves; She is the gleaming darkness, she is the luminous night, she is goddess of destruction,”

— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems and Writings; “The Lemon Gardens,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Anna Akhmatova, from "Don't Frighten Me" in Selected Poems

Albert Camus, The Fall Originally published: 1956

Aeschylus’ (?) Prometheus Bound (tr. David Grene)

“Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.”

— Nathaniel Hawthorne