February 2012
The lust for comfort murders the passions of the soul.
– Khalil Gibran (via paperlover)
January 2012
The mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos...
– Ralph Ellison - Invisible Man (via pointofitall)
People change and forget to tell each other.
– Lillian Hellman (via vashti)
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It’s like...
– The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (via thechocolatebrigade)
Not just beautiful, though. The stars are like the trees in the forest, alive...
– Kafka On The Shore (via harukimurakami) (via mihomeow)
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
– T. S. Eliot (via dollfaceloveryeah)
here’s nothing like being young
and starving,
living in a roominghouse and...
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and...
– Shauna Niequist (via anditslove)
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me...
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania)
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...
– warm bodies by isaac marion (via grimosemavier)
I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via teachingliteracy)
I read somewhere..how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong.. but...
– Into the Wild (via sorrowneverfades)
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And if I stay with you
Do you believe that I’ll pull through?
– Blackfield
There are indeed many precautions to imprison a man in what he is, as if we...
– Sartre, Being and Nothingness: V. Patterns of Bad Faith (via mutualaddiction)
This accidental
meeting of possibilities
calls itself I.
I ask: what am I...
– Dag Hammarskjöld (via whiskey river)
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via bookmania)
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose...
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of our Discontent (via honeyforthehomeless)
You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on...
– — Norwegian Wood (via crmerry)
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Quiet World” (via the-final-sentence)
I will show that there is no speech without a response, even if speech meets...
– Jacques Lacan, Écrits, trans. Bruce Fink (via proustitute)
What happens when that hard coating you’ve developed to protect the most...
– Heat Wave (Chapter X)
I know you felt it
the surge of life and passion
the instant we met.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
– Anaïs Nin (via karenkristie)
He doesn’t like to display his feelings, and would rather seem heartless than...
– Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via petalsquotesandthorns)
And all I loved, I loved alone.
– Edgar Allen Poe (via notjustquotes)
it’s so easy to die long before the fact of it
– charles bukowski (via mackenzieburroughs)
The balance is not in the stillness
but the way
the water pours from you
as...
– Paavo Haavikko, from “Trees, Their Legacy of Green,” trans. Richard Sieburth (via ekphora) (via proustitute)
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
– Benjamin Franklin (via frambuesas)
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own...
– J.D. Salinger, Franny & Zooey. Salinger died two years ago today. (via doubledaybooks)
For everything outside the phenomenal world, language can only be used...
– Franz Kafka (via aloneinthenewspollution)
So many unsaid things collect in the soul, so much exhaustion and irritation lie...
– Dmitri Schostakovich (Testimony)
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood...
– James Joyce (via thechocolatebrigade)
Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t understand me,...
– The Stranger by Albert Camus (via thechocolatebrigade)
Married life was great, I said. But that’s never really the question is it? Two...
– Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via harukimurakami)
If Death is your father, you don’t ever have to worry about what part of his...
– Echo by Francesca Lia Block (via thechocolatebrigade)