October 2011
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have...
– Wuthering Heights (via nitlon)
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...
– Sylvia Plath (via possiblyinteresting)
Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe...
– Mary Balogh (via anditslove)
You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to...
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via senshuk)
i take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in...
– Charles Bukowski (via beryl-azure)
He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him...
– The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier (via thechocolatebrigade)
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren’t already...
– Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via anditslove)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...
– Aldous Huxley (via pax-caelestis)
It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need...
– Choke by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom...
– Muhammad Ali (via absea)
Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone....
– Jonathan Rauch (via thechocolatebrigade)
His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The...
– Markus Zusak (via slekes)
we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.
nobody is going
to do it
for...
– Charles Bukowki - Septuagenarian Stew (via henrycharlesbukowski)
How you flow through me
like water, like blood in veins,
like dreams in my...
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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And I can’t write any more, for fear that your gaze will peer through my pages, text exposed, fully nude. I’ve grown ashamed of what I’ve become, aghast at what I’ve written. All my prose is a vine, growing from the shadows; all of what I aim for is illusion, an imaginary pillar sustaining our imaginary love. I bathe in imaginary light and wither. I breathe in air not of...
Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live...
– Sarah Kane (via thechocolatebrigade)
Before you speak ask yourself: Is it kind, is it necessary, it is true, does it...
– Shirdi Sai Baba (via youngmanandtheweb)
I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me...
– J.D. Salinger (via estincelle)
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At...
– Elie Wiesel (via anditslove)
The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you.
– Kahlil Gibran (via thechocolatebrigade)
‘Tut! tut!’ cried Sherlock Holmes. ‘You must act, man, or you are lost.’
– The Five Orange Pips, Arthur Conan Doyle (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger....
– Jane, Casual Blasphemies (via bear-bones) (via fight-war-not-wars) (via negativepunxvxpts) (via ihatethismess) (via katharsis6) (via pluseyes) (via curvesahead, lipsbetweenthehips) (via thechocolatebrigade)
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll...
– Looking for Alaska by John Green (via thechocolatebrigade)
How can I find you when you’re always hiding from yourself?
– James Morrison ft. Jessie J (Up)
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch...
– N. H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poet’s Society (via honeyforthehomeless)
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an...
– Lik by Vladimir Nabokov (via thechocolatebrigade)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of...
– Sylvia Plath (via shootingstarsandfallingobjects)
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings...
– Frank Herbert (via thechocolatebrigade)
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can
– Charles Bukowski (via svvw)
Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah....
– Charles Bukowski (via house-0f-cards)
We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least...
– Henry and June by Anais Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
You and me are real people, operating in a real world. We are not figments of...
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via eternalconsciousness)
If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams, and endeavors to...
– Henry David Thoreau (via bookmania)
I’m going, she said. I love you but you’re crazy, you’re doomed.
– Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog from Hell)
What is your life about, anyway? Nothing but a struggle to be someone. Nothing...
– Rumi (via hold-me-closer-tinydancer)
I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’...
– Maya Angelou (via s-a-p-p-h-o)
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even...
– Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson by Mitch Albom (via thechocolatebrigade)
Nouns, verbs do not exist for what I feel.
– John Berryman, from “Epilogue” (via awritersruminations)
The pain so unexpected and undeserved and for some reason cleared away the...
– A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick (via thechocolatebrigade)
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a...
– Jeanette Winterson (via anditslove)
Start a band…especially girls. They should start bands. There aren’t enough girl...
– Kurt Cobain (via eddieveddersboner)
I am nothing but words,
just a shape
of dreams or night.
– Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
– Albert Camus (via estincelle)
My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed...
– Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via thecryingbench)