April 2011
187 posts
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of...”
– Martin Luther King, Jr. (via misswallflower)
“All I ask is the possibility of love.”
– The Creature, Frankenstein (2011)
“Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the
track...”
– Henry David Thoreau, Where I Lived, and What I Lived For (via congratsonbeinglovely)
goodpoetry:
I always thought death would be like traveling in a car, moving through the desert, the earth a little darker than sky at the horizon, that your life would settle like the end of a day and you would think of everyone you ever met, that you would be the invisible passenger, quiet in the car, moving through the night, forever, with the beautiful thought of home.
Carl Adamshick
“The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way...”
– John Green (via atomos)
“A true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol...”
– Aldous Huxley (via heartmindspirit)
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
– Edgar Allen Poe (via helengeorgia)
“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be...”
– Maya Angelou (via bearbearpdx)
“I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my...”
– Anaïs Nin (via bearbearpdx)
“Maybe because we don’t feel like individuals anymore, our lives defined by...”
– Ander Monson, Vanishing Point, page 20 (via bearbearpdx)
“To be truly visionary we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality...”
– Bell Hooks, Feminism is for Everybody, page 110 (via bearbearpdx)
“A highway differs from a path not only because it is solely intended for...”
– Milan Kundera, Immortality, page 229 (via bearbearpdx)
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)
sea-chelle:
Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does...
“If I chose to remain alone, what I longed for
was solitude, not this kind of...”
– George Seferis (via birdouncedboughs)
“My best friend took a week’s vacation to forget her, his girl took a week’s...”
– The Freshmen, Jay Brannan (via thearspoetica)
“Guys drink to forget about girls. Girls drink to think back about the guy. When...”
– Unknown (via atomos)
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
– (via eletheowl)
“I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with...”
– The End of the Affair by Graham Greene (via armourus)
“The sadness will last forever.”
– Vincent van Gogh’s suicide note (via thousandpetallotus)
“That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut...”
– Paulo Coelho, The Zahir (via heartmindspirit)
owlveinss:
Some people, from what I’ve seen, boo, when they lie, they become very still and centered and their gaze very concentrated and intense. They try to dominate the person they lie to. The person to whom they’re lying. Another type becomes fluttery and insubstantial and punctuates his lie with little self-deprecating motions and sounds, as if credulity were the same as pity. Some bury...
“Futile and sensitive, I’m capable of violent and consuming impulses- both good...”
– Fernando Pessoa, Book of Disquiet (via owlveinss)
“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound....”
– Cecelia Ahern (via owlveinss)
“You want to know what happiness is? It’s waking up in the middle of the night...”
– (via owlveinss)
“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that is has come...”
– Victor Hugo (via iamawildthing)
“in the sky, there is no distinction of east & west; people create...”
– सिद्धार्थ गौतम (siddhārtha gautam)
“The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us...”
– Franz Kafka (via owlveinss)
“I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a...”
– Maya Angelou (via imfantasyparade)
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the...”
– C.S. Lewis (via sketchyjoe)
“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an...”
– Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via parttrois)
“One of the best things is being alone. I had almost forgotten how nice that can...”
– John Steinbeck (via owlveinss)
“In the days before machinery men and women who wanted to amuse themselves were...”
– Aldous Huxley (via nathanielstuart)
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that...”
– Albert Camus (via zeitgeistmovement)
“And when I start to feel the Big Sadness cutting me up inside I try to remember...”
– The River Nemunas by Anthony Doerr (via allgreendreams)
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via thenighttheydroveolddixiedown)
“Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I...”
– Deb Caletti (via atomos)
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The...”
– Albert Einstein
“Here in the night, I see the sun. Here in the dark, our two hearts are one. It’s...”
– Quest for Camelot | rinnyy. (via quote-book)
““Sometimes I read the same books over and over and over. What’s great about...”
– Kathryn Erskine (Mockingbird)
“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
– Allen Ginsberg, poet (via tinydancerinyourhand)
“I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via soul-surfer)
“I hate the phrase “Hurt people hurt people.” I understand it. And it ‘makes...”
– Bassey Ikpi (via owlveinss)
owlveinss:
I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don’t want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists. The yard is dark, the tomatoes are next to the whitewashed walls, the book on the table is about Spain, the windows are painted shut. Tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns of snow and I stare at you like I’m looking through a window,...
“When you lose someone significant, whether it’s an ex-friend or an ex-love,...”
– (via owlveinss) 