/lit/ - Literature

>>10506923
The only time I cried from reading:
>reading The Brothers Karamazov in cafe near my university
>get to Zosima's explanation of Active Love in the chapter A Woman of Little Faith
>feel like about to cry from happiness, it was so lovely and exactly what I needed at that time in my life, like the weight of my existential dread was temporarily suspended over my head, my faith in God was restored for the first time since the Catholic church pedophilia scandal which made my family decree religion
>had slight sniffles beforehand, now built up
>a thick goopy 6 inch snot slowly drips down my nose and into the book
>i'm too stunned to react right away, so i jerk my head up
>all 6 inches of the snot landed across the very page that made me so happy, made me almost cry, the page I instantly imagined ripping out of this library book and taping it to a corner of my bathroom mirror, so every morning when i look in the mirror i can look at it, read it, and in the corner of my eye watch my smile grow as i read down the page and then look in the mirror with a full smile and for once in my life i start my day with hope. and this was now destroyed.
>see a qt3.14 from my classes, who smiled at me once (a huge deal for me), look me dead in the eyes, clearly saw the entire thing, then turned away like pic related, turning so abruptly that it made me think she didn't intend on turning, and the chair in front of me was the only thing in her original path so i realized she was originally walking toward ME!
>before i could think to wipe the snot off the page before it seeped in, tears were dropping on the page and both sad liquids were soaking in deep by now. these tears were not from happiness anymore
>the thick existential dread that was previously lifted came crashing back down on my soul
>i cried mindlessly for about 5 minutes until i realized i could just get my own copy of the book