April 2012
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different...
– Hermann Hesse (via human-voices)
The only question that nobody ever asks is: What breaks your heart? I think that...
– Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
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kairosclerosis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
– Pablo Neruda (via seabois)
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Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.
– Anna Kamieńska in her notebook (1968), from Astonishments (translated by Grażyna Drabik and David Curzon)
Dear me, how I love a library.
– Elizabeth Gilbert (via llibre)
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their...
– Diane Setterfield (via invio)
Some fall in love.
I shatter.
– Stephin Merritt (via calloway)
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
– Neil Gaiman (via moreofamore)
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord...
– Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via unecrepuscule)
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Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page...
– Cornelia Funke (via saras-scrapbook)
Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is...
– Henry James (via aneuromess)
We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.
– Lynn Hall (via fragilediaries)
Dreams are always crushing when they don’t come true. But it’s the simple dreams...
– Nicholas Sparks (via photographic-energy)
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via girlinlondon)
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That’s the big mistake a lot of people make when they wonder how soldiers can...
– Nicholas Sparks (via invio)
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I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday...
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via selfinspiration)
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that...
– Umberto Eco (via atramentum)
The end of any history is a lie in which we all agree to conspire.
– Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via proustitute)
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Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.
– Anaïs Nin (via arreter)
The isms go; the ist dies; art remains.
– Vladimir Nabokov in his lecture on Gustave Flaubert, asserting the historic relativity and therefore the artistic irrelevance of academic terms like “realism” or “post-modernist.” (via solo-mujeres)
When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.
– Ernest Hemingway (via andthemoonappears)
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is a string of words...
– “Catch a Body” by Ilse Bendorf
I have no particular plan in life - and that’s something I rather like. Most...
– Elizabeth Knox, Dreamhunter (via seabois)
I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
– Carl Jung (via twotonmantaray)
Forgiving is not forgetting; its actually remembering—remembering and not using...
– Desmond Tutu (via napsie)