I really need to get to reading all of these. I could really use a good story or a new world to take me away from this crappy day I am having, and this horrible feeling I have about everything right now.
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
(Source: seabois)
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest that gives us absolution.
Time to crack this book open!