I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

… the more I learned, the more conscious did I become of the fact that I was ridiculous. So that for me my years of hard work at the university seem in the end to have existed for the sole purpose of demonstrating and proving to me, the more deeply engrossed I became in my studies, that I was an utterly absurd person

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Dream of a Ridicilous Man (via heartvoyage)

People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via henretta84)

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground (via fyodors)

Existence on its own had never been enough for him; he had always wanted more than that. Perhaps it had been merely the strength of his own desires that made him believe he was a person to whom more was allowed than others.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment. (via manarr2)

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

Thomas Aquinas (via observando)

I felt utterly alone, like I was the last person alive on Earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via navisis)

How are you feeling in ancient September
I am feeling like a truck on a wet highway
How can you
You were made in the image of god
I was not

Frank O’Hara, from ‘Naphtha’ (via rabbitinthemoon)

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Franz Kafka  (via manarr2)

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via manarr2)