The Gardener LXXV: At Midnight by Rabindranath Tagore

At midnight the would-be ascetic
announced:
"This is the time to give up my
home and seek for God. Ah, who has
held me so long in delusion here?"
God whispered, "I," but the ears
of the man were stopped.
With a baby asleep at her breast
lay his wife, peacefully sleeping on
one side of the bed.
The man said, "Who are ye that
have fooled me so long?"
The voice said again, "They are
God," but he heard it not.
The baby cried out in its dream,
nestling close to its mother.
God commanded, "Stop, fool, leave
not thy home," but still he heard not.
God sighed and complained, "Why
does my servant wander to seek me,
forsaking me?"

"And she says 'baby, it's 3am I must be lonely' "

Chekhov's The Lady With The Dog

"And what was there to tell? Was it love that he felt? Had there been anything exquisite, poetic, anything instructive or even amusing about his relations with Anna Sergeyvena"

"owing to some strange, possibly quite accidental chain of circumstances, everything that was important, interesting, essential, everything about which he was sincere and never deceived himself, everything that composed the kernel of his life, went on in secret, while everything that was false in him, everything that composed the husk in which he hid himself, and the truth which was in him was on the on the surface"

"He began to judge others by himself, no longer believing what he saw, and always assuming that the real, the only interesting life of every individual goes on as under cover of night, secretly. Every individual existence revolves around mystery, and perhaps that is the chief reason that all cultivated individuals insisted so strongly on the respect due to personal secrets"

"She wept from emotion, from her bitter consciousness of the sadness of their life; they could only see one another in secret, hiding from people, as if they were thieves. Was not their life a broken one?"

"It was quite obvious to him that this love of theirs would not soon come to an end, and that no one could say when this end would be. Anna Sergeyevna loved him ever more fondly, worshipped him, and there would have been no point in telling her that one day it must end. Indeed, she would not have believed him."

"Why did she love him so? Women had always believed him different from what he really was, had loved him not himself but the man their imagination pictured him, a man they had sought for eagerly all their lives. And afterwards when they discovered their mistake, they went on loving him just the same. And not one of them had ever been happy with him. Time had passed, he had met one woman after another, become intimate with each, parted with each, but had never loved. There had been all sorts of things between them, but never love"

I am the best at running away from a situation when I don't want to confront the emotions or change that it will bring.  Honey, I've been sprinting in the other direction for awhile now.

Dark&Twisty

Jack London; The Call of the Wild, To Build A Fire, and White Fang

"He did not know why, but he felt oppressed by the vague sense of impending calamity"

"He was beaten (he knew that) ; but he was not broken"

"There was nothing the matter with them, except that they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil. There was no power of recuperation left, no reserve strength to call upon. It had been all used, the last least bit of it"

"It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch"

"It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life"

"The business of love was at hand- even a sterner and crueler business than that of food getting"

To Kill A Mockingbird

" I never loved to read.  One does not love breathing"