February 2011
162 posts
love won't save us: Penelope Instructs Her Husband... →
ahuntersheart:
I am not a sailor, Odysseus, and what I know of the sea, if folded in half, could live in your palm like a splinter: beyond the harbor, the sea is vast and delicious and my name echoes beneath the wavecrest like birdsong. A heart’s dull thrum, in time, loosens the shipbuilder’s …
January 2011
187 posts
“The thing is not to follow a pattern…. The thing is to accept your own life and...”
– Katherine Anne Porter (via wearebasiclight)
“All alone! Whether you like it or not,
Alone is something you’ll be quite a...”
– Dr. Seuss (via noircir)
“I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent,...”
– Jane Austen, (Sense and Sensibility) (via dira) (via butinmyarmsshewasalwayslolita) (via lapoupeeprincesse) (via philosophers)
H.D., stanza VII of "Eurydice"
airwalker:
“At least I have the flowers of myself, and my thoughts, no god can take that; I have the fervour of myself for a presence and my own spirit for light; and my spirit with its loss knows this; though small against the black, small against the formless rocks, hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.”
...
“Her thin cheeks narrowed by November cold
She ran indoors and cried—It hurts,...”
– Paul Engle, Sonnet XXII (via wearebasiclight)
lafinparfaite:
petrichor
-noun the scent of rain on dry earth; the smell of earth after rain
“All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they...”
– Pale Fire (excerpt) by Vladimir Nabokov (via melancholynotes)
The Meeting | Katherine Mansfield
We started speaking, looked at each other, then turned away. The tears kept rising to my eyes. But I could not weep. I wanted to take your hand but my hand trembled. You kept counting the days before we should meet again. But both of us felt in our hearts that we parted for ever and ever. The ticking of the little clock filled the quiet room. “Listen,” I said. “It is so loud,...
“Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el...”
– Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahworldliterature)
“I get many phonecalls now.
They are all alike.
“are you Charles Bukowski,
the...”
– Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahbukowski)
“And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,...”
– D.H Lawrence (via danielnolan)
“I guess I’m pretty much of a lone wolf. I don’t say I don’t like people at all...”
– Bela Lugosi (via fireandether)
“What can be explained is not poetry.”
– W.B. Yeats
(via melancholynotes)
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: The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart →
melancholynotes:
by Jack Gilbert
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according to which nation. French has no word for home, and we have…
“those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without...”
– charles bukowski (via doctorhotcoffee)
“So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all...”
– Matilda (1996)
“The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer....”
– Carson McCullers ~ from The Mortgaged Heart (Houghton, 1971, 2005)
“Literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via tttoriii)
“Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting...”
– Anne Sexton, “Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women (from a song)” (via aubade)
“I’ve lost the knack of making sense. I speak gibberish to the civilized world,...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night (via goodnight-moon)
yes yes: Cascando →
yesyes:
1 why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed is it not better abort than be barren the hours after you are gone are so leaden they will always start dragging too soon the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want bringing up the bones the old loves sockets filled once with eyes like…
waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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“I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much,...”
– Theodore I. Rubin (via contrive)
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“You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via sylvia-plath)
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“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string...”
– Alberto Manguel (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
“Use what talents you possess: The woods would be very silent if no birds sang...”
– Henry Van Dyke (via bellethestargazer)
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“I return to problems I can’t solve, not because I am an idiot, but because the...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via whiskey river)
“Nothing seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me,...”
– Ian Curtis (via mirroir)
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D. Salinger (via loveyourchaos)
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“There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
I bite it.”
– Anne Sexton, from “Snow” (via aubade)
“I wish the whole day were like breakfast, when people are still connected to...”
– Peter Cameron (via contrive)
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Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski: Bluebird -... →
henrycharlesbukowski:
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery…
“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place...”
– Judith Thurman (via iheartloons)
“O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of...”
– John Keats (via couldlooklikedew)