February 2012
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lover I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall...
– Andrea Gibson, from Maybe I Need You
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I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak
– Anthea Gibson, from Maybe I Need You
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the...
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via oblivio)
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Although I could never get used to the constant state of anxiety in which the...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no...
– Alan Watts (via black-wolves)
I don’t believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something...
– J.K. Rowling (via darkcanuck)
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Between the ages of ten and fifteen in St. Petersburg, I must have read more...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Strong Opinions
I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and...
– C.S. Lewis (via darkcanuck)
January 2012
I will not weep
about your going until you pull out
of the drive. I will not...
– (via ahuntersheart)
You know what I think?” she says. “That people’s memories are maybe the fuel...
– Haruki Murakami (via troubled)
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop...
– Anne Carson, “Kinds of Water” in Plainwater (adapted from everythingwillburn)
You sent for me to talk to you of art; and I have obeyed you in coming. But the...
– John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies (via proustitute)
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There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others...
– Oscar Wilde (via nagging)
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You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life— a simulated...
– Thomas Bernhard
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do...
– Franz Kafka (via dezasete)
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I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough rules. Syntax and grammar do not exist in the curl of fingers to palm, only a wilder language of thought and feel; there are...
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Everyone, he went on, speaks a language he does not understand, but which now...
– Thomas Bernhard