[M]an has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally, he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via whyallcaps)
Unusually cold mornings are good for the soul,
Like forceful winds against a weak flame;
The embers are not extinguished,
They burn ever more fiercely on.
A Moment of August, by Sarah L.T. (amindinpursuit)