“A brain with no heart and no reasoning … well, nothing is more meaningless.”
—Melissa de la Cruz (via kari-shma)
September 2011
August 2011
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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
—E.E. Cummings (via thenocturnals)
“Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called “Landslide.” When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
—stephen chbosky, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (via mors-est-finis)
“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.”
—C.G. Jung (Memories, Dreams, Reflections)
“There are books full of great writing that don’t have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story, don’t be like the book-snobs who won’t do that. Read sometimes for the words, the language. Don’t be like the play-it-safers who won’t do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book.”
—Stephen King (via troubled)
“You’ll get over it…’ It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because “it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”
—Jeanette Winterson (via atomos)
“I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via aeloquence)
“Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
—Milan Kundera (via ungathering)
almost there...
You reach a certain age where you learn how to walk through a crowded party without stepping on anyone’s feet. You reach a certain age where you learn how to wear the skin you’ve been given. You reach a certain age where you can look at your relationships to other people completely objectively. Apparently. You reach a certain age when you can look back and say thank you for the time we spent. Memories will never fade away from the heart.
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via salveo)
