“But that had been grief—this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.”
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy.
Confession session: I unapologetically love this book. It’s the best escape there is. I can’t spend hours with the story (who can?!) but I’ve spent a zillion half hours reading and rereading pieces and sometimes the whole thing and I think it’s completely beautiful.
Extra confession session: I really don’t hate the trailer.
