feverwitch

“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

“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I so often remain silent. I am like a wolf in his den hiding my grief, it’s hard on people.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva