January 2012
51 posts
December 2011
122 posts
5 tags
“And that’s why I have to go back
to so many places in the future
there to find...”
– Pablo Neruda, End of the World (Wind)
“I begin to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught...”
– My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl (via teeaah)
“People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.”
– Charles Bukowski (via temporalbeing)
“Books are both our luxuries and our daily bread.”
– Henry Stevens, as cited in The Literary World (via bookoasis)
“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by...”
– Anais Nin (via thingsandschemes)
“Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment....”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via misswallflower)
4 tags
“Lying is done with words and also with silence.”
– Adrienne Rich
Peach
goldenoise:
Isn’t life funny that some days you know with confidence that you are the peach, sweet and full of life while on others you suspect with quiet apprehension that instead you are the bruise that is so carefully and meticulously eaten around. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything...”
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via awoken-monster)
“Ice-age heat wave, can’t complain.
If the world’s at large, why should I...”
– Modest Mouse (via abowlofpeaches)
“Optimist: someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step...”
– Robert Brault (via yogachocolatelove)
“You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via nirvikalpa)
“To some extent you want to identify with those you feel deeply about. You do not...”
– Seth, The Nature of Personal Reality (via lmrg)
“I think proximity is the abyss
between God and us because
every fabric of my...”
– Fanny Howe, from “On the Ground” (via yesyes)
“I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Invisible Postal Service (via kari-shma)
“Me pierdo en mí mismo, y me pierdo en ti también. No sé cómo lo hago, pero me...”
– Perderse, Manuel García (via barbievandekamp)
