Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
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Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

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“If, when I tell you, dearest dear, that your agony is over, and that I have come here to take you from it, and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest, I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste, and of our native France so wicked to you, weep for it, WEEP FOR IT!” —Lucie Manette, A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
The Picture of Dorian Grey, Oscar Wilde
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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I’m at peace with the fact I might forever remain single due to my parasocial relationships with poets and writers who have died hundreds of years ago..
[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time...
—Anaïs Nin
Sundays are for lovers 🫶