I feel as if heaven lay close upon the earth and I between them both, breathing through the eye of a needle.
"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 sticky 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."— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via elisebrown)