May 2012
48 posts
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of...
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via itsfromabook)
I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me.
– S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via itsfromabook)
It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.
– Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes (via itsfromabook)
Is there anything more terrifying than a dream come true? If so, it’s almost...
– Justin Taylor’s The Gospel of Anarchy, page 118 (via kimannjosouth)
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense...
– Henry James (via rmluna)
But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a...
– James Joyce (via standinglikeaguiltyschoolboy)
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“Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.”
-Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down...
– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via grecianurn)
I do not read to think. I do not read to learn.
I do not read to search for...
– Passion by Stephen Sondheim (via alighthouseofwords)
…and he loved the first kites that returned with the dry season, and the...
– Chinua Achebe; Things Fall Apart (via callmeblanche)
April 2012
43 posts