April 2011
187 posts
I had not intended to love him: the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate...
– Jane Eyre (via quote-book)
March 2011
372 posts
Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.
– Paulo Coelho:(francisdodson)
Here’s the hell of it: madness doesn’t announce itself. There isn’t time to...
– Marya Hornbacher - Madness: A Bipolar Life (via dejasoliloquy) (via neon-loneliness) (via forgetmybones)
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello,...
– Charles Bukowski tamburina
(via almostnowhere)
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via virginiawoolf) (via suzywire) (via milktrees) (via knockturn) (via allgreendreams) (via forgetmybones)
What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever. You...
– The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis (via expose) (via watchmevanish) (via allgreendreams) (via forgetmybones)
I felt as if I was the only person awake in a city of sleepwalkers. That’s an...
– George Orwell, Coming Up for Air (via liquidnight)
goodpoetry:
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light.
Edna St.Vincent Millay
thearspoetica:
The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused or considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert,...
I had not intended to love him: the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate...
– Jane Eyre (via quote-book)
Think about it.
jerryfultoncantrelljr:
No great person ever did what they were told. Great people are great because they said things nobody else dared to say. They did things that probably shunned them from society. They bared their souls, risked ridicule, invested in themselves, listened to their instincts and did what they thought was right.
Plenty of people probably have these desires, but they shut them up...
I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five...
– “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd (via julie911)
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money...
– Maya Angelou (via kari-shma)
One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by...
– Vincent Van Gogh (via reveillerlimagination)
It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it...
– Jack Kerouac (via yogaprivatelessons)
If you don’t love yourself, you cannot love others. You will not be able to love...
– Dalai Lama (via yogaprivatelessons)
Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts...
– Macbeth (Act V, Scene V)
The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men...
– Sophie Scholl
Sophie Scholl, Hans Scholl, and other members of the White Rose were arrested on February 22, 68 years ago, for distributing anti-Nazi leaflets. Four days later, Sophie, Hans, and Christoph Probst were found guilty of treason and executed hours later.
(via momonwi)
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"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain"
summer-dancingcitytocity:
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated, A service like a drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of...
It’s a Raymond Chandler Evening
At the end of someone’s day
And I’m standing...
– Robyn Hitchcock, “Raymond Chandler Evening” From Element of Light (via liquidnight)
At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us...
– Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events (via anditslove)
The world which we perceive is a tiny fraction of the world which we can...
– Terence McKenna (via acciddreams)
Fearlessly pursue the passions of your heart, surround yourself with believers...
– K. Allen Kay (via oceanofmind)
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
– Margaret Attwood (via starryfeet)
This. Rain and dirt.
(via sltwtrkisses)
Writing is another meditation that’s also a frantic compensation.
– Jonathan Lethem, The Disappointment Artist, page 148 (via bearbearpdx)
I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off,...
– Sylvia Plath (via catastrophe-theory)
And you know that whatever tangible things you do have, they cannot be held,...
– Sylvia Plath (via catastrophe-theory)
A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which...
– Rumi (via yogaprivatelessons)
I can’t sleep
I can’t speak to you
I can’t sleep
– Azure Ray - Sleep (via kari-shma)
owlveinss:
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who derfines your understanding of love is not inherently...
You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.
– Marla Singer, Fight Club (via paradise-stars)
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
– Hans Christian Anderson (via nummernio)
You are weaving your bondage of falsehood,
your words are full of deception:...
– Saint Kabir (via heartmindspirit)
Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours, and nothing is...
– Roald Dahl (via 1000scientists)
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...
– Sylvia Plath (via atomos)
Date a guy who reads. Ever seen a guy spend thousands of bucks at a bookstore....
– Hari, an Indian Blogger (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
lost love
justrebellion:
if i never see you again i will always carry you inside outside
on my fingertips and at brain edges
and in centers centers of what i am of
what remains. — Charles Bukowski
Quit a job, leave someone, throw something away. To a woman like me, abandoning...
– Wei Hui, Shanghai Baby (via quote-book)
I just write what I wanted to write. I write what amuses me. It’s totally for...
– J.K. Rowling (via writingadvice)
If there’s one thing you can say about mankind,
there’s nothing kind about man.
– Tom Waits, “Misery is the River of the World” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
When he thought of her, he could call up a vivid picture of her to himself,...
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via ish07)
We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back,...
– Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
The trick is in what one emphasizes.
We either make ourselves miserable,
or we...
– Carlos Castaneda (via withnailrules)