December 2011
48 posts
“It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate’s so easy compared.”
– Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
“Once Uncle Julian told me how the sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti said...”
– The History of Love (via pianostrings)
“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take...”
– Diane Setterfield.
under the oak
You, if you were sensible, When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful, You would not turn and answer me “The night is wonderful.” Even you, if you knew How this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses Unholy fear in my vapour, you would pause to distinguish What hurts, from what amuses. For I tell you Beneath this powerful tree, my whole soul’s...
“The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.”
– Henry David Thoreau (via thenocturnals)
“I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how...”
– Joseph Gordon-Levitt (via thenocturnals)
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via thenocturnals)
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via xeusm)
“We’ll never be as young as we are tonight.”
– chuck palahniuk
Know Your Neighbor →
“That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier...”
– chuck palahniuk
“At some point, he wondered how much he was really learning about her. She would...”
– nightwoods.
“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for...”
– atwood
“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to...”
– atwood
Waiting. Margaret Atwood.
Here it is then, the dark thing, the dark thing you have waited for so long. You have made such melodramas. You thought it would carry its own mist, obscuring you in a damp enfolding, like the mildew shroud on bread. Or you thought it would hide in your closet, among the clothes you outgrew years ago, nesting in dustballs and fallen hair, shedding one of your fabricated skins after another and...
“You are so young; you stand for beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via ruefle)
Listen
flight. quincy troupe.
at sunset across a western horizon, bright mauves, oranges & purples
streak with pure speed of broomstrokes, in a glowing ed clark painting
that is a hamburger patty between buns of dark earth & sky
& the pacific ocean stretched out there is a moment deep inside
history, is perhaps a man telling the world what his eyes do not see
where the coastline of california is a necklace of...
“What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something looseknit and yet not...”
– Virginia Woolf (via acommonplacebook)
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t...”
– Shauna Niequist (via modernhepburn)
“I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a...”
– Abbey Lee Kershaw (via saratraore)
“I want my music to sound like throwing yourself out of a tree, or off a tall...”
– Florence Welch (via scatterhearted)
“… if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we...”
– Ivan Turgenev (via taniabishop)
“You make the world a better place by making yourself a better person.”
– Scott Sorrell (via quote-book)
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”
– The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via daedalsouls)
“I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thenocturnals)
