/lit/ - Literature

>>13804339
"And He will say, ‘Come to me! I have already forgiven thee once…Thy sins which are many are forgiven thee for thou hast loved much’ […] And when He has done with all of them, then He will summon us. ‘You too come forth,’ He will say, ‘Come forth ye drunkards, come forth, ye weak ones, come forth, ye children of shame!’ […] And the wise ones and those of understanding will say, ‘Oh Lord, why dost Thou receive these men?’ And He will say, ‘This is why I receive them, oh ye wise, this is why I receive them, oh ye of understanding, that not one of them believed himself to be worthy of this.'”
--marmeladov, C&P

>>13804339
The voice at the other end of the line gave a sigh, like a mighty oak toppling into a great river, or something else that didn’t sound like a sigh if you gave it a moment’s thought.

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far." Lovecraft

>>13804339
"Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man." - Travis Bickle

>>13804339
"I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me” - Wilde

>The young officials laughed at and made fun of him, so far as their official wit permitted; told in his presence various stories concocted about him, and about his landlady, an old woman of seventy; declared that she beat him; asked when the wedding was to be; and strewed bits of paper over his head, calling them snow. But Akakiy Akakievitch answered not a word, any more than if there had been no one there besides himself. It even had no effect upon his work: amid all these annoyances he never made a single mistake in a letter. But if the joking became wholly unbearable, as when they jogged his hand and prevented his attending to his work, he would exclaim, "Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?" And there was something strange in the words and the voice in which they were uttered. There was in it something which moved to pity; so much that one young man, a new-comer, who, taking pattern by the others, had permitted himself to make sport of Akakiy, suddenly stopped short, as though all about him had undergone a transformation, and presented itself in a different aspect. Some unseen force repelled him from the comrades whose acquaintance he had made, on the supposition that they were well-bred and polite men. Long afterwards, in his gayest moments, there recurred to his mind the little official with the bald forehead, with his heart-rending words, "Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?" In these moving words, other words resounded --"I am thy brother." And the young man covered his face with his hand; and many a time afterwards, in the course of his life, shuddered at seeing how much inhumanity there is in man, how much savage coarseness is concealed beneath delicate, refined worldliness, and even, O God! in that man whom the world acknowledges as honourable and noble.

Gets me every time.

i dont have them. theyre fickle -- i only like a great passage for a few decades. i always get bored of them.

>>13804339
This has to be one of the most blessed pagebreaks of all time. Picks up at the most perfect, suspenseful spot, the sac of my balls

Some favourites

“When snow falls I long for grass when grass grows I walk all over it when leaves change colour I beg for flowers when flowers bloom I pick them" - Pessoa

"Living is difficult. It is difficult for everybody. And it is at that moment when living feels like crawling through a pin-sized hole. That we must resist the urge of succumbing to bad memories. Refuse to bow before bad months or bad years." - Burton

"Do not beg for what does not want to stay" - Heraclitus

"I want to honeymoon myself" - Bunyan

"Removing all the hair
Off your body is okay
If that’s what you want to do
Just as much as keeping all the hair
On your body is okay
If that’s what you want to do - you belong only to yourself” - Milton

>>13804339
"That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil."

It's heartwarming and honest at the same time, the latter can't be said about most quotes relating to love.

>>13804339
>>13804339
“You do not want to see anyone, or to talk, or think, or go out, or move. It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know

Something was going to break, something has broken. You no longer feel — how to put it? — held up: it is as if some thing which, it seemed to you, it seems to you, fortified you until then, gave warmth to your heart, something like the feeling of your existence, of your importance almost, the impression of belonging to or of being in the world, is starting to slip away from you.”

When everything seems too concrete, too existent, including our noblest vision, and we sigh for an Indefinite which would proceed from neither life nor death, when every contact with Being is a violation of the soul, the soul has been excluded from the universal jurisdiction and, no longer having any accounting to make or laws to infringe, vies - by melancholy - with the divine omnipotence.

From what I've read recently, this

"What's the point of anything if you can't share?" - Bladee, drain lord

>>13806129
Gogol slays so fucking hard

>>13806322
Loss and Gain are the same - Heraclitus

i laughed

Just look at the world and at the laity, who consider that they are superior to God’s people: have they not distorted the image of God and his truth? They have science, but a science wholly subservient to the senses. As for the spiritual world, the highest pinnacle of man’s existence, that has been rejected completely, banished with a degree of triumphalism, not to say hatred. The world has celebrated liberty, especially in recent times, and what is it that we see in this liberty of theirs? Nothing but slavery and suicide! For the world says: ‘You have needs, therefore satisfy them, for you have the same rights as the most illustrious and the richest amongst you. Do not be afraid to satisfy them, nay multiply them,’ such is the present-day teaching of the world. It is in this that they see freedom. And so, what comes of this right to multiply one’s needs? Isolation and spiritual suicide for the rich, envy and murder for the poor, for though rights have been granted, the means of material gratification have not yet been prescribed. We are assured that the longer time goes on, the closer the world draws towards fraternal communion, when distances will be bridged and thoughts transmitted through the air. Oh, do not believe in such a union of men. By interpreting freedom as the propagation and immediate gratification of needs, people distort their own nature, for they engender in themselves a multitude of pointless and foolish desires, habits, and incongruous stratagems. Their lives are motivated only by mutual envy, sensuality, and ostentation. To give dinner-parties, to travel, to have carriages, titles, and slavishly devoted servants is considered such a necessity that, in order to satisfy this need, people will even sacrifice their lives, honour, and sense of humanity, and if they cannot satisfy it, they will even commit suicide.

>>13805520
>Lovecraft
grow up kid

>>13805553
you're God's self-pity

>>13804339

bitch sucked my dick so good I'm like "God damn you dirty bitch"

>>13806587
It's a cool quote, fgt.

Who darkens counsel by words without knowledge? I will ask, you instruct - God

Then he turned away and sat down. There wasn’t a single thought in his head, and he had somehow stopped sensing himself. Silence hung heavy in the air, particularly behind him,there on the road. Then he remembered the flask, without particular joy, but just as medicine that it was time to take. He
unscrewed the cap and drank with tiny stingy sips, and for the first time in his life he wished that instead of liquor, the flask contained cold water.

We went from fold to fold, staying in tents, eating the yoghurt and cheeses and beestings and curds and cream with honey and omelets with honey, drinking the buttermilk and whey, savoring the kebabs of roasted lamb and trout, quaffing water from the ice-cold streams and various kinds of honey sherbets, snacking on a thousand kinds of herbs and tendrils and sorrel and wild strawberries and sour cherries, and generally having a good time.

This submarine has come up from the bottom of the ocean to kill us all, she thought, but there’s nothing strange about that, it could happen anytime. It has nothing to do with the war; It could happen anytime. Everybody thinks its happening because of the war. But that's not true. The war is just one of the things that could happen.

>>13804339
I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.

>>13805511
Ironically if this was written by a different author it would make me think, but because it’s Dan Brown I assume he’s just bumbling and there is no deeper meaning

>>13806229
Gib source

Whatever people may say, love without hopes or demands touches a woman's heart more surely than all the wiles of the seducer.

>>13804339
Cutting edge passage coming through

>>13804339
And that's why I never read a book written by black people, they are incapable of such art.

>>13808936
A little edgy, don't you think?

>I get so sad and disappointed; sometimes I say to him: "I understand you." He just shrugs his shoulders.

>And so my heartaches kept growing and growing, and I saw myself going more and more to pieces - and everyone else would have seen it, too, if I hadn't been so miserable that no one even looked at me anymore! and still more and more I craved his affection... His kisses and his friendly arms around me were just like heaven-- a dark heaven, that I could go into, and where I wanted only to be left - poor, deaf, dumb, and blind. Already, I was getting to depend on it. And I used to imagine that we were two happy children free to wander in a Paradise of sadness. We were in absolute harmony. Deeply moved, we labored side by side. But then, after a piercing embrace, he would say : "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore. When you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes. Because I will have to go away someday, far away. Besides, I've got to help out others too: that's what I'm here for. although I won't really like it... dear heart..." And in that instant I could feel myself, with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death. I made him promise that he would never leave me. And he promised, twenty times; promised like a lover. It was as meaningless as my saying to him: "I understand you."

>>13806193
Do not beg for what does not want to stay.

Thats pretty alright

>>13808988
Indeed sir!

>>13807495
It's Michael Deacon making fun of Dan Brown, actually, but I see your point.
https://onehundredpages.wordpress.com/2013/06/12/dont-make-fun-of-renowned-dan-brown/?fbclid=IwAR3Mr_8ZrUCtzL3N__GMPb1bwbkpuEGEVIBh49ygks2fwmQUnLE57qob1rA

>>13808890
A Man Asleep

>The knowledge that homosexuals have a carnivorous sexual appetite damaged my ego when it became clear that none of them were interested in hitting or raping me.
That takes it. Good taste there pal.

>>13806193
Those last three are all rupi kaur i think. They are definitely not Heraclitus / Bunyan / Milton at least

>>13810134
Is this the Legacy of Totalitarianism in a Tundra

>>13810315

I thought it was L'anomie

>>13804339
>this book has been published while /lit/posters have not been published

>>13811204
It gets better, the author is a national bestseller.

"And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split."
- Matthew 27:51

"There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses"
-The Holy Bible

>>13811702
I like the part in the St. Johns passion where this happens
My favorite part is somewhere near it if I remember correctly, the "Jesus is dead" part

>>13804339
>"De'nesha Diamond is the award-winning, national bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels"
WTF /lit/ IS THIS REAL?

And on that beautiful spring day he felt that the memory of her was not painful for him at all - Anna Karenina

>we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic.

>>13804339
>After a few minutes she stopped, stood up, and took off her shorts and underwear - and she had the cutest dark blonde bush! She sat down on the couch next to me, gave me ‘that look’, and I got up, kneeled between her legs and started rubbing my cock against her pussy, which was getting increasingly wet. While still not believing this was happening, I eased myself into her, and after four or five half strokes, soon settled into a nice rhythm. She told me to grab her tits, and suck and bite her nipples (yes ma’am!). She had her hand down between us, and I think she came just a second before I did.

>>13804339
"Morfar darra av sinnesnärvaro... Skogen vakta hans mörka saga, den eviga kampen mellan ont å
gott.
- Ett ord, som än ida’ ä de fulaste som finns, hördes allt oftare: Fitta... dom hade fitter, sas de,
en sorts pälsjur, lenare å saftiare än anus å int lika hedniskt trånga...
Dom som pröva va sålda... Amfoorrrtasss!!!
De va die Wunde, den ä som ett gapande, blödande, varit sår som aldri vill läkas...
De va fitterna dom använde när dom tog Norrland ifrån oss!
Å ögon som bitterljuva svek, munnar me ekorrflinka tunger...
Olycklit kära kom vandrande, brända å slocknade... Enkidus bittra öde!
Dom dog i våra armar, bönande om förlåtelse för sitt avfall...
Dom närma sä obönhörlit, horerna... smög nattetid in i kamrarna å börja snaska... vampyrer...
me ständit allt fler perversa, förhäxade kavaljerer i släptåg... vagnslaster me horungar! krams å
husgeråd!... Dom gilla billiga nöjen å dyra smycken, låga njutningar å höga tonlägen... Liliths
å Circes döttrar... O Tertullianus! Ack juvenalis! Jean de Meun! Gudomliga Earl av
Rochester!
Dom kom till Fraukälen... Mensträsk... vi beredde oss på den sista kampen... droga oss me
soma... Sen bröt dom igenom förskansningarna... Gumboda!... Kankberg!... dom störta sä över
oss!
Vi stred me sammanbiten dödsförtröstan... gjorde allt som stod i mänskli makt... Vi slogs me
en jurmorfars tysta ursinne! när han försvara sina värnlösa små mot djävlar å troll!
Våra bästa föll, blödande ur dödliga sår! vi vek int en tum! vi gick hellre under än å kärvänlit
sörpla! "

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>>13806322
>>13806487
>>13806533
Based

>>13804339
Anal.

>If we could have just done something so dreadful and Father said That's sad too people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today and I said, You can shirk all things and he said, Ah can you. And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

>
“Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen — the expression of an ecstatic state — though much is foolishly written of them, as if they grew like Jerusalem artichokes along the road. The eyes are black, right enough, whatever their normal color is; they are black because their perception is condensed to a coal, because the touch and taste and perfume of the lover, the outcry of a dirty word, a welcome river, have been reduced in the heat of passion to a black ash, and this unburnt residue of oxidation, this calyx, replaces the pupil so it no longer receives but sends, and every hair is on end, though perhaps only outspread on a pillow, and the nostrils are flared, mouth agape, cheeks sucked so the whole face seems as squeezed as a juiced fruit; I know, for once Lou went into that wildness while we were absorbing one another, trying to kiss, not merely forcefully, not the skull of our skeleton, but the skull and all the bones on which the essential self is hung, kiss so the shape of the soul is stirred too, that's what is called the ultimate French, the furtherest fuck, when a cock makes a concept cry out and climax; I know, for more than once, though not often, I shuddered into that other region, when a mouth drew me through its generosity into the realm of unravel, and every sensation lay extended as a lake, every tie was loosed, and the glue of things dissolved. I knew I wore the wild look then. The greatest gift you can give another human being is to let them warm you till, in passing beyond pleasure, your defenses fall, your ego surrenders, its structure melts, its towers topple, lies, fancies, vanities, blow away in no wind, and you return, not to the clay you came from — the unfired vessel — but to the original moment of inspiration, when you were the unabbreviated breath of God.”

>>13804339

This is actually accidental genius - the pacing of the ludicrous sex act after a sweet, affectionate dialogue; how unassuming the act itself is despite the use of grotesque colloquialisms and ghetto slang. 'As her head bobbed up and down, I talked my hands through her thick hair while visions of Benjamin Franklin danced in my head' - could literally be taken from a PoMo novel.

>>13816078
Why do you assume it's accidental?

The eyes of a wise man are in his head: the foolwalketh in darkness: and I learned that they wereboth to die alike.

And I said in my heart: If the death of the fool
and mine shall be one, what doth it avail me, that I have applied myself more to the study of wisdom? And speaking with my own mind, I
perceived that this also was vanity.

For there shall be no remembrance of the
wise no more than of the fool for ever, and the times to come shall cover all things together with oblivion: the learned dieth in like manner as the unlearned.

The Book of Ecclesiastes

>>13806587
When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. -C.S. Lewis

>"Another thing that he thought was extremely immoral and ought to be stamped out vigorously was the exaggerated and instinctive partiality, often verging on voracity, that women, especially, have for raw vegetables: pickles, cucumbers, artichokes preserved in vinegar, etc.... He considered strawberries and figs the most immoral of fruits. Being served in the morning for breakfast with fresh figs covered with crushed ice was, for Hebdomeros, an offence so serious as to deserve detention. Most punishable, also, in his eyes, was the act of eating strawberries and cream; he could not understand how sensible people could commit such obscene acts and how they had the courage to do so in public, in front of other people, instead of hiding the shame of their unspeakable actions in the depths of the darkest rooms and double-locking door as if about to commit rape or incest.
unironically got a belly laugh from me as i read it

from the same book:
>"Already the air grew warmer and the plants turned green on the plain; the goatherds had come down from the surrounding mountains and played cheerful tunes on their long copper flutes; spring was in the air; in this Nordic country it arrived suddenly, with the striking effect of a stage décor appearing behind a rising curtain; an air of symbolism floated over nature; hundreds of tiny waterfalls, fed by the melting snows, tumbled down the mountainsides; angels with enormous wings, like those of eagles but interwoven with feathers as white and soft as goose feathers, sat by the wayside, one hand on the huge milestones that bore the sculptured likeness of two-headed Janus surmounted by a male sex organ; the angels were watching with a melancholy air the couples who moved off arm in arm beneath the almond trees in blossom."