Melancholy thoughts haunted me still. Painful as it was to me, yet I remember I tried as it were to make my thoughts still gloomier and more melancholy. You know people who are vain and not very clever have moments when the consciousness that they are miserable affords them positive satisfaction, and they even coquet with their misery for their own entertainment.- Anton Chekhov, from A Wayfarer’s Story (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Have you ever had a dream at night and then woken up feeling so soft inside that you just wanted to cry?"
Sommarlek (Summer Interlude), 1951
I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn’t it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?- Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (via pastizche)
- Person: why do you wear black?
- Me: to mourn the death of my enthusiasm