You know what this is, I suppose. Religious melancholia. Stop while there is time. If you dive, you dive into insanity.
C. S. LewisThe more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.
C. S. LewisAll the delights of sense, or heart, or intellect, with which you could once have tempted him, even the delights of virtue itself, now seem to him in comparison but as the half nauseous attractions of a raddled harlot would seem to a man who hears that his true beloved whom he has loved all his life and whom he had believed to be dead is alive and even now at his door.
C. S. Lewis