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)
Pull a lever.
Push a button.
You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.” —Fight Club (via basilcake)
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning.” —Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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)
the most massive characters are seared with scars.” —Khalil Gibran (via clavicola)
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.” —Charles Bukowski (via blameitonmum)
~ Paul Valery” —(via seedeeply)
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone.” —Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via uneconassecynique)
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)