The standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering - this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary daytime advice for every one. But at three o’clock in the morning … the cure doesn’t work - and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bunnymitford) (via mypeterpancomplex)
You're thinking about something my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
