Buy New Soul

"Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones."

Fri, 24 May 2013 08:00:23 -0400

“Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via mirroir)

"You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?"

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:34:49 -0400

““You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?””

- Rumi (via larmoyante)

"More often than not, a hero’s most epic battle is the one you never see; it’s the battle that goes..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 06:43:09 -0400

“More often than not, a hero’s most epic battle is the one you never see; it’s the battle that goes on within him or herself.”

- Kevin Smith (via stuff—n—things)

"Hang still, then, quiver, life, soul, spirit, whatever you are of Minnie Marsh—I, too, on my..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 04:55:30 -0400

“Hang still, then, quiver, life, soul, spirit, whatever you are of Minnie Marsh—I, too, on my flower—the hawk over the down—alone, or what were the worth of life? To rise; hang still in the evening, in the midday; hang still over the down. The flicker of the hand—off, up! then poised again. Alone, unseen; seeing all so still down there, all so lovely. None seeing, none caring. The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages. Air above, air below. And the moon and immortality…”

- Virginia Woolf, A Haunted House

"A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:04:19 -0400

“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it”

- Roald Dahl (via sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)

"I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people."

Fri, 17 May 2013 06:41:08 -0400

“I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.”

- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

"I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes."

Thu, 16 May 2013 07:38:11 -0400

“I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.”

- Nabokov’s interview, BBC Television [1962]

(via bookmania)

"The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets."

Wed, 15 May 2013 03:41:46 -0400

“The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets.”

- Anna Kamienska, In That Great River: A Notebook

(via petrichour)

"Sweet miracle of our empty hands."

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:28:01 -0400

“Sweet miracle of our empty hands.”

- Georges Bernanos, The Diary of a Country Priest, trans. Pamela Morris (via proustitute)

"The unfed mind devours itself."

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:26:27 -0400

“The unfed mind devours itself.”

- Gore Vidal (via larmoyante)

"There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud."

Sat, 11 May 2013 03:59:19 -0400

“There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.”

- Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 20 July 1938 (via larmoyante)

"He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace."

Sat, 11 May 2013 03:15:40 -0400

“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.”

- Leo Tolstoy - The Death of Ivan Ilych (via ounu)

"Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in..."

Sun, 05 May 2013 17:14:14 -0400

“Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before.”

- Clive Barker (via stuff—n—things)

"We start transparent, and then the cloud thickens. To escape is vain."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:29:56 -0400

“We start transparent, and then the cloud thickens. To escape is vain.”

- Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Memories come to mind like excavated statues that have misplaced their heads."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 06:44:26 -0400

“Memories come to mind like excavated statues
that have misplaced their heads.”

- Wisława Szymborska, from “Travel Elegy” in View with a Grain of Sand, trans. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh (via proustitute)

"Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 06:04:21 -0400

“Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule.”

- Nietzsche (via deadtree)

"Memory invents another present. As it invents myself. What has been lived blurs with today."

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 12:33:46 -0400

“Memory invents another present.
As it invents myself.
What has been lived
blurs with today.”

- Octavio Paz, from “Preparatory Exercise” in A Tree Within, trans. Eliot Weinberger (New Directions, 1988)

"The time of our day is too narrowly spanned, we are, and look and are astonished, already it is..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 22:33:59 -0400

“The time of our day is too narrowly spanned,
we are, and look and are astonished, already it is evening,
we sleep and like stars pass over
the years of all the peoples.”

- Friedrich Holderlin - Rosseau (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

"Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 16:38:52 -0400

“Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.”

- Tennessee Williams, Camino Real (via romanceplanet)

"If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 08:00:37 -0400

“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”

- Tennessee Williams (via stuff—n—things)