Lit & Lost

There is always coming again strongly the feeling as frantic in another way - what if I should deny this and never meet anyone as satisfying or (as I have been hoping) better?

maybe it takes a long time to figure out what you're truly searching for. maybe you spend your whole life just to figure out a small part of it.

How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense?

Don't wait for the last judgement. It takes place every day.

one unconsciously believes that there is something living, tangible in one's immaterial dreams! And is it delusion? Here love, for instance, is bound up with all its fathomless joy, all its torturing agonies in his bosom... Only look at him, and you will be convinced! Would you believe looking at him, dear Nastenka, that he has never known her whom he loves in his ecstatic dreams?

There are just some kind of men who are so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down on the street and see the result.

The only certainty is that I cannot live apart from you without completely submitting to fear, giving it even more than it demands, and I do this voluntarily, with delight, I pour myself into it.

Your few days have been spent doing nothing really, which is something is an intimacy in itself.

So we've drifted apart entirely, Milena, and the only thing we seem to share is the intense wish that you were here, and your face as close to me as possible.