"How often I have to calm my rebellious blood! You have never known anything so wildly fluctuating as this heart of mine. But, dear friend, I don’t have to tell you this - you, who have so often witnessed my transitions from grief to extravagant joy, from sweetest melancholy to pernicious passion. I coddle my heart like a sick child and give in to it’s every whim. But don’t tell a soul. There are people who would condemn me for it."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Sorrows of Young Werther (via the-railroad-earth)