May 2012
“Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.” —Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.” —Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)
“One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.”
—J.D. Salinger (via aoliva)
“All that we do, say, think or feel wears the same mask and the same costume. No matter how much we take off what we wear, we’ll never reach nakedness, which is a phenomenon of the soul and not of removing clothes. And so, dressed in a body and soul, with our multiple costumes stuck to us like feathers on a bird, we live happily or unhappily—or without knowing how we live—this brief time given us by the gods that we might amuse them, like children who play at serious games.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wellareyou)
“The concept of portraying evil and then destroying it - I know this is considered mainstream, but I think it is rotten. This idea that whenever something evil happens someone particular can be blamed and punished for it, in life and in politics is hopeless.”
—Hayao Miyazaki (via phaelsafe)
“You do the little job you’re trained to do.
Pull a lever.
Push a button.
You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.” —Fight Club (via basilcake)
Pull a lever.
Push a button.
You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.” —Fight Club (via basilcake)
“If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. It is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.”
—Albert Camus (via thecur3)
“[The wolf] watched him with her yellow eyes and in them was no despair but only that same reckonless deep of loneliness that cored the world to its heart.”
—Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
“In a world thronged with monsters and with gods, we are barely conscious of tranquility.”
—Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
“He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is no order in the world save that which death has put there. Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do. He said that men wish to be serious but they do not understand how to be so. Between their acts and their ceremonies lies the world and in this world the storms blow and the trees twist in the wind and all the animals that God has made go to and fro yet this world men do not see. They see the acts of their own hands or they see that which they name and call out to one another but the world between is invisible to them.”
—Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
“The early 21st Century has not been allowed to develop a unique aesthetic because we are too busy bowing down to eras past. I think it’s time to kill our idols and change that.”
—Aaron Rose (via -bollockywankshite)
“If it makes you nervous, you’re doing it right.”
— Donald Glover (via ru-bin)
“And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”
—The Silver Chair, by C. S. Lewis (via wingsforlashes)
“I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning.” —Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning.” —Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”
—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via quotes-shape-us)
“
For this is the center of time. From this place, time travels outward in concentric circles- at rest at the center, slowly picking up speed at greater diameters.
Who would make pilgrimage to the center of time? Parents with children, and lovers.
And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are now, will never give back the bracelet of memories, will never journey far from his lover, will never place himself in danger of self-sacrifice, will never fail to show his love, will never become jealous, will never fall in love with someone else, will never lose the passion of this instant in time.
” —Alan Lightman, Einstein’s dreams (via nyx-nb)
“…but the rain is full of ghosts tonight…”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay (via nyx-nb)
“If I’m an ass, I should say so. If I don’t, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them.”
—Charles Bukowski, Interview with Robert Wennersten (1974)
“If something is important to you, you will find time for it.”
—(via psych-facts)
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
the most massive characters are seared with scars.” —Khalil Gibran (via clavicola)
the most massive characters are seared with scars.” —Khalil Gibran (via clavicola)
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
—Anatole France (via myquotelibrary)
“Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.”
—Deb Caletti (via kari-shma)
“To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too. I’m maddened by this institution yet I prize it above all others.”
—Stephen Fry (via its-curtains-for-you-dr-horrible)
“but I say whatever
one loves, is” —Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
one loves, is” —Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
“It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.” —Billy Collins, from “Litany” (thanks, risky wiver)
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.” —Billy Collins, from “Litany” (thanks, risky wiver)
“It’s just that I find sobriety a more powerful form of intoxication, one where I retain my lucidity.”
—The Immoralist by Andre Gide. (via commandervimescigar)
“I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.” —Charles Bukowski (via blameitonmum)
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.” —Charles Bukowski (via blameitonmum)
“Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the danger of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of crackpot than the stigma of conformity.”
—Thomas J. Watson (via wellareyou)
“The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.”
—Vasudev (via ashelaysleeping)
“Those who cannot attack the thought will attack the thinker.
~ Paul Valery” —(via seedeeply)
~ Paul Valery” —(via seedeeply)
“The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.”
—Jorge Luis Borges, from “The Circular Ruins” in Collected Fictions, trans. Andrew Hurley (via proustitute)
“I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone.” —Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via uneconassecynique)
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone.” —Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via uneconassecynique)
“To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via mal-du-siecle)
“Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.”
—Albert Camus, from The Plague (via veemignon)
“We have a song,
On the bank we share our arrows—” —H. D., from “Moonrise” (via proustitute)
On the bank we share our arrows—” —H. D., from “Moonrise” (via proustitute)
“If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness.”
—Andrea Gibson (via if-you-love-me)
“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.”
—Joan Didion (via thechocolatebrigade)
“She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. “I need to know this,” Aomame said. “That we’re in the same world, seeing the same things.”
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via quotes-shape-us)
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”
—Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via creatingaquietmind)
“It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire,
and is deprived of the light
of a heart ablaze.
The day on which you are
without passionate love
is the most wasted day of your life.” —Omar Khayyam (via quotes-shape-us)
and is deprived of the light
of a heart ablaze.
The day on which you are
without passionate love
is the most wasted day of your life.” —Omar Khayyam (via quotes-shape-us)
“Sometimes success is simply being willing to give it your all.”
—Amanda Beard, In the Water They Can’t See You Cry: A Memoir (via quotes-shape-us)
“I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via starsgoboom)
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.”
—Audre Lorde (via foucault-cult)
“Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.”
—Galway Kinnell (via takemetocoatcheck)
