July 2012
I write: I write because we lived together, because I was one amongst them, a...
– George Perec; W, or the Memory of Childhood (via naranjitoo)
I had a teacher I liked who used to say good fiction’s job was to comfort the...
– -David Foster Wallace, in an interview with Larry McCaffery for The Review of Contemporary Fiction (vol. 13, 1993) (via davidfosterwallace) (via palequeenliteraryquotes) (via apoetreflects)
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything...
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via elisebrown)
To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing it’s best to make you somebody...
– E.E. Cummings (via emergentpattern)
There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)
Wherever you go, go with all your heart.
– Confucius (via philosophy-quotes)
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong have governed my life: the...
– Bertrand Russell (via madame-curie)
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
– Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened One (via frenchtwist)
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe or we are not. Both...
– Arthur C. Clarke (via theladybyron)
apoetreflects:
Who’s turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we always have the look of someone going away? Just as a man on the last hill showing him his whole valley one last time, turns, and stops, and lingers— so we live, and are forever leaving.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Eighth Elegy” in the Duino Elegies, translated by A. Poulin, Jr. (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)
June 2012
With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you...
– Jarod Kintz (via pattiocleavis)
naranjitoo:
“–Los recuerdos, ¿no es así? –continúe. Si ya el recuerdo es triste, ¡cómo será lo que se evoca! No te entregues a tales evocaciones, no son para usted ni para mí. Con ellas sólo se debilita la actual posición, sin consolidar la anterior que, por otra parte, ya no necesita ser consolidada.”
Franz Kafka - Descripción de una lucha
My hand will write
Its last words upon
The white page
and history
Will stop...
– In Media Res- The Dark Crystal. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
mythologyofblue:
You shall be made sleepless even as you are left sightless. While you’re penetrating the darkness, you’ll penetrate into the night, getting in deeper and deeper, your already failing memory growing proportionally weaker as — at the end of a long lethargy — you become conscious of your condition. (How will you tell day from night?)
-Maurice Roche, Compact
My greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my...
– Audrey Hepburn (via amor-omnibus)
Se me caen las cosas de los bolsillos y de la memoria: pierdo las llaves,...
– Eduardo Galeano “El libro de los abrazos” (via cafecorazondeleon)
It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don’t...
– Naomi Shihab Nye, I’ll Ask Three Times, Are You OK? (via litverve)
I have a faith in language. It’s the ultimate achievement that we as a species...
– W. S. Merwin, The Paris Review, The Art of Poetry No. 38 (via litverve)
I only want five things,
five chosen roots.
One is endless love.
Two is to...
– Pablo Neruda, excerpt from “I Ask For Silence,” (via floralnymph)
These days, I’ve been trying to work on an intimacy within my own self on a...
– Rim. (via rimeswriting)
Only trust someone who can see these three things in you: The sorrow behind your...
– (via mymoose)
Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.
– Cees Nooteboom (via ladyragnell)
When I stand outside here, I do not just see the stars, I hear them.
– Cees Nooteboom, Lost Paradise
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¿Por qué seré tan callado? cuanto más hablan los que me rodean, menos ganas...
– Mario Benedetti (via cetonans)
If you’re a writer, declare yourself the BEST writer! But you’re not as long as...
– Ernest Hemingway (Midnight in Paris)
Woman is the first environment.
– Mohawk Midwife Kasti Cook
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But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via withmyheartwideopen)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anais Nin (via vntagekiss)
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and...
– Thomas Wolfe, “Look Homeward, Angel” 1929 (via kvetchlandia)
photography…remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
– aaron siskind (via skyozlem, skyozlem)