8:02pm
1st February 2012
"But I until I am thirty, I know that my youth will triumph over everything— every disillusionment, every disgust with life. I’ve asked myself many times whether there is in the world any despair that would overcome this frantic and perhaps unseemly thirst for life in me, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there isn’t, that is, until I am thirty, and then I shall lose it of myself, I fancy.
The centripetal force on out planet is still fearfully strong. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the stick little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves, you know, sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet form old habit one’s hear prizes them."
- The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky
