Aabha Sharma

“But he wounded me and insulted my heart. I – I do not love him, because I can love only that which is magnanimous, which understands me, which is noble;”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“Would you have abandoned a girl who came to you on her own, would you have thrown in her face a shameless jeer at her weak, foolish heart? Would you have looked after her? Would you have understood that she was all alone, that she didn’t know how to take care of herself, that she didn’t know how to protect herself from loving you, that it wasn’t her fault, that, finally, it wasn’t her fault … that she had done nothing! … Oh, my God, my God! …”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“Today was a sad, rainy day, without a ray of hope, just like my future old age.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable,” was his mildly cadaverous reply.”
― Herman Melville, Bartleby; the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street