"Storm sky in August. Gusts of hot wind. Black clouds. Yet in the East is a delicate, transparent band of blue sky. Impossible to look at it. Its presence is a torture for the eyes and for the soul, because beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time."

Albert Camus, Notebooks (via whyallcaps)

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"What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down."

Roberto Bolaño, 2666 (via whyallcaps)

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"The delight that I felt came precisely from being too acutely aware of my own degradation, from the feeling that you’ve come up against a brick wall, that it’s bad but at the same time cannot
be otherwise, that there is no way out, that you’ll never become a different person, that even if you still had sufficient time or belief to change into something else, you probably wouldn’t want to change. And if you did want to, you probably wouldn’t do anything about it because, in fact, there’s simply nothing to change into."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via whyallcaps)

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