“I read with ecstasy your dear words about your loving me. You write: “Love me.” But don’t I love you? It’s just that expressing myself in words sickens me, but you could see a lot for yourself, but it’s too bad that you are unable to see. […] And my ecstasy and delight are inexhaustible. […] So as to finish this tirade, I swear that I am dying to kiss every toe on your foot, and I’ll achieve my goal, you’ll see. You write: “But what if someone reads our letters?” Let them, of course; let them be envious.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife, Anna Dostoevskaya, 28 August 1879 (via ivankaramazovs)
Castles in the air
