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“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
― Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― Anne of Green Gables, L. M. Montgomery
"in despair there are the most intense enjoyments, especially when one is very acutely conscious of the hopelessness of one's position"
- Notes from Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Man likes to make roads and to create. But why has he such a passionate love for destruction and chaos also?"
- Notes from Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once."
- Notes from Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Does not man, perhaps, love something besides well-being? Perhaps he is just as fond of suffering. Perhaps suffering is just as great a benefit to him as well-being."
- Notes from Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"I have frequently thought that I must have been intended by nature to be fond of low company, I am so little at my ease among strangers of gentility!"
- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
"I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness." - Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
"You are very right in supposing how my money would be spent—some of it, at least—my loose cash would certainly be employed in improving my collection of music and books." - Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
"Everybody dreams, but there are few who place any importance to the phenomena of sleep."
- Yacki Raizizun, The Secret of Dreams
So It's the first time we post a link to an audiobook on our self-help and personal growth audiobook channel on YouTube (AV EvolveEpic) but we have a new upload for everyone to enjoy. "The Secret of Dreams" by Yacki Raizizun is a seminal work in the realm of the occult, providing a profound exploration of the mysterious separation of body and soul that occurs during sleep. Authored by an Indian-born American naturopath, Raizizun's book transcends conventional boundaries to unravel the nature of dreams and their intricate influence on the human psyche. A short listen (under 30 min.) that's sure to broaden your perspective and hone your intuition.
Massive Thanks to everyone who's followed the blog so far! 👋
"Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?"
- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Valentine's Day Special audiobook is up on YouTube for those in the mood for some sweet sweet reluctance and then romance 💕
"It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone."
- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
"I do nothing but dream every day that at last I shall meet some one. Oh, if only you knew how often I have been in love in that way…"
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
"I have lived, as they say, keeping myself to myself, that is, utterly alone—alone, entirely alone. Do you know what it means to be alone?" - White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
A short fiction about young love in the countryside that portrays love's debilitating effects. A great listen with a dramatic twist 🫢. Based on a true story from the author's youth.
From lips indifferent of her death I heard, Indifferently I listened to it, too,
- First Love, by Ivan Turgenev
There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another
First Love
by Ivan Turgenev