Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in read more

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

Hell is other people.

Hell is other people.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions, it is walled and roofed with them

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions, it is walled and roofed with them

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and read more

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of Hell to trace.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and read more

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.