We would lie in those afternoon beds, afterwards, hands on each other, talking...– Margaret Atwood, “The Handmaid’s Tale” (via thenewephemera)
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...– Charles Ryder, Brideshead Revisited (via candiddefinition)
“people who cannot suffer can never grow up, can never discover who they are. That man who is forced each day to snatch his manhood, his identity, out of the fire of human cruelty that rages to destroy it knows, if he survives his effort, and even if he does not survive it, something about himself and human life that no school on earth-and indeed, no church- can teach. He achieves his own...