May 2013
“More often than not, a hero’s most epic battle is the one you never see; it’s...”
– Kevin Smith (via stuff—n—things)
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“Hang still, then, quiver, life, soul, spirit, whatever you are of Minnie...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Haunted House
“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute...”
– Roald Dahl (via sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)
“I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.”
– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory the stronger and...”
– Nabokov’s interview, BBC Television [1962]
(via bookmania)
“The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets.”
– Anna Kamienska, In That Great River: A Notebook
(via petrichour)
“Sweet miracle of our empty hands.”
– Georges Bernanos, The Diary of a Country Priest, trans. Pamela Morris (via proustitute)
“The unfed mind devours itself.”
– Gore Vidal (via larmoyante)
“There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.”
– Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 20 July 1938 (via larmoyante)
“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.”
– Leo Tolstoy - The Death of Ivan Ilych (via ounu)
“Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it...”
– Clive Barker (via stuff—n—things)
April 2013
“We start transparent, and then the cloud thickens. To escape is vain.”
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Memories come to mind like excavated statues
that have misplaced their heads.”
– Wisława Szymborska, from “Travel Elegy” in View with a Grain of Sand, trans. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh (via proustitute)
“Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is...”
– Nietzsche (via deadtree)
“Memory invents another present.
As it invents myself.
What has been lived...”
– Octavio Paz, from “Preparatory Exercise” in A Tree Within, trans. Eliot Weinberger (New Directions, 1988)
“The time of our day is too narrowly spanned,
we are, and look and are...”
– Friedrich Holderlin - Rosseau (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.”
– Tennessee Williams, Camino Real (via romanceplanet)
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
– Tennessee Williams (via stuff—n—things)
“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live...”
– William Faulkner (via 13neighbors)
“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is...”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery (via penseesduchoeur)
“With you I’m useless with words, as if somehow I had to learn to speak all over...”
– Sandra Cisneros (via aesrettibeht)
“There are possibilities for me, certainly, but under what stone do they lie?”
– Franz Kafka, Diaries (1914)
“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the...”
– Charles Bukowski (via petrichour)
“They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no...”
– Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost (via quotes-shape-us)
“He lived in a dream, and the reality meant nothing to him.”
– The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset Maugham (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary (via violentwavesofemotion)
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
– David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via substantia-nigra)
“You who have inhabited me
in the deepest and most broken place,
are going,...”
– Anne Sexton, Going Gone (via commovente)
“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
– Franz Kafka (via stuff—n—things)
“It wasn’t about believing this or that, it wasn’t even about good and evil and...”
– Mark Haddon from The Red House (via ingeniosa)
“Why did I make my only life
A life made only of dreams?”
– Pessoa (via substantia-nigra)
“She said that I was wild and that I had no direction in life.”
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye (via cold-winter-days)
“‘His soul,’ she would say, ‘picked mine up and we flew.’ And to those who gave...”
– Marie-Elena John, Unburnable (via larmoyante)
“Her eyes are classic novels and poetry.”
– Isaac Marion (via milkwolves)
“If I love you more, will you suffer less?”
– Elie Wiesel quotes his five-year-old grandson at Boston University lecture series (via durianseeds)
“Who has not found the Heaven – below –
Will fail of it above –
For Angels rent...”
– Emily Dickinson (via)
“Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.”
– José Saramago (via kcnightfire)
“Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own...”
– Sylvia Plath (via antarctics)
“Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.”
– (via damienpierce)
“I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery,...”
– Zelda to Scott, 1919 (via jaded-mandarin) 