“Mr. Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs. Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty.”—Virginia Woolf
“Lily Briscoe watched her drifting into that strange no-man’s land where to follow people is impossible and yet their going inflicts such a chill on those who watch them that they always try at least to follow them with their eyes as one follows a fading ship until the sails have sunk beneath the horizon.”—Virginia Woolf
“Fill yourself up with the forsythias
and when the lilacs flower, stir them in too
with your blood and happiness and wretchedness,
the dark ground that seems to come with you.
Sluggish days. All obstacles overcome.
And if you say: ending or beginning, who knows,
then maybe—just maybe—the hours will carry you
into June, when the roses blow.”—Gottfried Benn, “Last Spring,” trans. Michael Hofmann (via proustitute)
“Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.”—Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal, 1949 (via proustitute)
“I’m going to ask you
for a moment
based on invisible birds
bring them to me
lay them down
there is always one moment
we need to return to
and everything with wings
is headed there.”—Cole Swensen, from “Please” (via ahuntersheart)
Fools. It cannot be obtained without a catalyst. One needs to be on fire, burning, decaying, boiling and evaporating neath the heavenly little ionized Atoms, cute little things they are; and if one is not, then they might as well set themselves aflame, else succumb to the silence, else recede into nothingness.
“…It’s pressured, from society. From your parents and friends who are just advancing with their educations and jobs and everything and you’re just sitting with a guitar that you borrowed from someone because you can’t afford to buy it. You don’t have an amp, you don’t have anywhere to live, you can barely buy food…but you got this great riff. I decided I didn’t wanna die thinking about that ‘what could have been’. I wanted to take it to the limit, and then, with time, things got better.”—Mikael Akerfeldt
“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.”—Rainer Maria Rilke, from Book of Hours (via inthelowlight)
“There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.”—Carl Sandburg, from “Wilderness” (via proustitute)