January 2011
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music...
– Truman Capote (via grace-notes)
December 2010
Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third.
– Marge Piercy (via kari-shma)
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us...
– Ira Glass (via thebrickhouse)
It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
If I’d been somone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different,...
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer) (via ikorkh, banquets)
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...
– Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via liquidnight)
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the...
– Neil Gaiman, “Strange Little Girls”
From Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
(via liquidnight)
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The...
– T.S. Eliot, from “Preludes” (via liquidnight)
There is not love of life without despair about life.
– Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (1970)
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The best kind of rain, of course, is a cosy rain. This is the kind the anonymous...
– Susan Allen Toth (via starsmending)
You took the pieces
of a broken soul and put
me back together.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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