The more the evening wore on and the twilight grew denser, the more my impressions changed and became confused, and my thoughts followed suit. Something wouldn’t die inside me, it didn’t want to die in the depths of my heart and conscience, and it announced itself as burning anguish.
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| — | Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via philosophybits) |
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