March 2012
“How does it feel without your drugs?
Sing you a lullaby
How does it feel...”
– Blackfield
“I hadn’t understood how days could be so long and short at the same time. Long...”
– The Outsider - Albert Camus (via readeveryday)
February 2012
feetcold-eyesred:
gnargoyle:
There’s no such thing as thinking too much. The entire concept of there ever being a chance that you’re exceeding your mind’s capacity to process and analyze information is ridiculous. You aren’t sad because you think too much, you’re sad because you dwell on certain thoughts and avoid ones critical to getting better. Think about progress. Why wouldn’t you?
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“‘What caused you this pain in your heart?’, she asked. “My eyes. I had them...”
– The Feast of Love by Charles Baxter (via anditslove)
“You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to...”
– Richard P. Feynman (via creatingaquietmind)
“In a man’s attachment to life there is something stronger than all the ills in...”
– The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (via bloodsoakedsleeves)
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
– E. E. Cummings (via venebelle)
“It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.”
– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via liquidnight)
“We are so used to releasing words, we don’t know what to do with them if they...”
– David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility (via bookmania)
“the world is bluer and of the earth at night, when i sleep enormous, within your...”
– Pablo Neruda, Finale (via beryl-azure)
“In daylight I belong to the world … in the night to sleep and eternity. But in...”
– L.M. Montgomery (via serialstranger)
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...”
– Anais Nin (via trua)
“One night they fell asleep, side by side. He slept curled upon her back; a dark...”
– A.S. Byatt, Possession (via thejeanicole)
“This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like...”
– Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old...”
– J.R.R. Tolkien (via inanidealworld)
“She didn’t do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.”
– Charles Bukowski (via rjmartinn)
“They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life...”
– Joseph Conrad (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“You need as much ballast as possible to stop you floating away; you need people...”
– Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via aneclecticmess)
“Silence make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying, but the...”
– Margaret Lee Runbeck (via larmoyante)
“I think that humans have a huge capacity to carry pain and sadness. There are...”
– Henry Rollins, LA Weekly column (2.14.12)
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the...”
– Louis L’Amour (via aneclecticmess)
“All houses are haunted. Some by the past or the future, some by the present.”
– Sara Gran, Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead (via aneclecticmess)
“You didn’t need gates and barbed wire to make a prison. Familiarity could pin...”
– Greg Egan, Schild’s Ladder (via aneclecticmess)
“All I ever wanted was to know what to do.”
– Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via aneclecticmess)
“We each of us die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of...”
– Clive Barker, Abarat: Absolute Midnight (via aneclecticmess)
“The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart...”
– Pearl S. Buck (via aneclecticmess)
“Live to the point of tears.”
– Albert Camus (via winterswomb)
“For nothing in the world is it worth turning one’s back on what one loves.”
– Albert Camus (via spinningininfinity)
“There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you will...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
“There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via alexandremcqueen)
“He doesn’t cease to exisit, but he’s no longer anything to me”
– The Lover by Margurite Duras (via thechocolatebrigade)
“We haunt ourselves, I sometimes think; or rather, we choose to be haunted.”
– John Connolly, The Lovers (via the-write-words)
“”Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things...”
– Natalie Goldberg (via thebookdoctors)
“This body, with all its capacities, seemed nothing — nothing at all. She had the...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski) 