July 2012
There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action....
– Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via zhaozhou)
Psychiatry taught me that you have to come up with your own version of neurotic...
– John Waters (via emptyvesselsloudestsounds)
I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was...
– The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (via moonii)
I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means.
– Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via durianquotes)
think about how someday we’ll swim through the constellations with hope frothing...
– Megan Madgwick (via beryl-azure)
If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or...
– Jamie Anne Royce (via modernmethadone)
I remember hours of silver and light by the rivers, my companion’s hand on my...
– Illuminations, Arthur Rimbaud (via monocled—misanthrope)
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone...
– (via paulynyluap)
To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but...
– Franz Kafka, Diaries (December 4, 1913)
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe...
– The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham (via thechocolatebrigade)
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me
full to the bone.
– W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin” (via litverve)
We humans are willing to believe anything rather than the truth.
– Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via thegirlandherbooks)
Between the word and the thought my being exists.
– Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life, trans. Idra Novey (via proustitute)
I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I’ve never let it...
– Georgia O’Keeffe (via larmoyante)
love is a horse with a broken
leg
trying to stand
while 45,000 people
watch
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to...
– Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted (via honeyforthehomeless)
‘I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies,...
– Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, page 101.
(via kenny-price)
I don’t know where I am going, but I am on my way.
– Voltaire (via ridingsidesaddle)
I do not want to be fixed, to be pinioned. I tremble, I quiver, like the leaf in...
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via mirroir)
Everything in life is nonsense. It’s just a question of perspective.
– The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon (via whrrthvwls)
I don’t know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It’s the...
– Richard Siken, in an interview with Legacy Russell (via mitochondria)
Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have...
– Elliot Perlman (via thechocolatebrigade)
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In...
– The End of the Affair by Graham Greene (via thechocolatebrigade)
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me you’d better go.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Beautiful and Damned (via anditslove)
I want to see all the parts of you, even the ones you are ashamed of.
– Louis (via anditslove)
A breath of music or of a dream, of something that would make me almost feel,...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via thehiddenabyss)
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is...
– Theodore Roethke, from “The Waking” (via proustitute)
I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
– Tulips by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...
– Azar Nafisi (via thatkindofwoman)
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up (via beautyisanillusion)
It’s the loneliest feeling in the world; to find yourself standing up when...
– Anonymous (via d-istances)
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have...
– Søren Kierkegaard (via subtle-body)
Please,” she said, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
It’s an absurd request. Our...
– Jonathan Tropper (via monocled—misanthrope)
She longed to return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place;...
– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
A long time ago I abandoned someone I shouldn’t have, someone I loved more than...
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on The Shore (via floatingonatidalwave)
His gentleness was unaffected by his pain. He didn’t speak of the pain, never a...
– The Lover by Marguerite Duras (via thechocolatebrigade)