"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful."
— Franz Kafka (via man-of-prose)
"I did not fall heavily, nor did I feel any pain, but I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be one’s guard against them. Yet nothing seemed more natural than to lie here on the grass, my arms beside my body, my face hidden."
— Franz Kafka, from Description of a Struggle (via hollowstimulation)
(Source: requiemforthepast, via darkness-in-tales-deactivated20)
"It is wonderful what stagnation there fell upon the springs of my life, then, wonderful how total an inversion took place in the character of my commonest thought. The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, not merely the material of my everyday existence, but my existence itself."
— Edgar Allen Poe, Berenice
My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
"What could atone for that? Ah! for that there was no atonement; but though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible and he was determined to forget, to stamp the thing out, to crush it as one would crush the adder that had stung one."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
"[Even] the bravest man among us is afraid of himself."
— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde