January 2012
9 posts
suzywire:
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
— Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt
rememo:
“I don’t know any more. I used to know, but I lost the knowledge a long time ago. A man can’t go along indefinitely carrying around in his pocket a key that doesn’t fit anything.”
— J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
kitestrings:
”So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”
— Dead Poets Society, 1989
skyisland:
“When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.”
— Nicholas Sparks
December 2011
10 posts
cicconeyouthh:
“Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.”
— Sylvia Plath
“Den här vintern är grå på kanske fler sätt än ett men det gör inte alltid så mycket, försöker jag att tänka. Vissa dagar hugger det i bröstet och andra dagar är det precis som att en blöt, grå, kvävande massa breder ut sig över varje del av kroppen, men oftast är det bara så här, ett stilla susande någonstans i bakgrunden och en slags inneboende väntan på någonting jag inte riktigt kan få...
suzywire:
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”
— Neale Donald Walsch
suzywire:
“Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.”
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
November 2011
8 posts
darlingyourheadisnotright:
“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
satanlovesyou:
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
— Charles Bukowski
October 2011
6 posts
skyisland:
“I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.”
— Nicole Krauss
rulesformyunbornson:
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
— Anaïs Nin
September 2011
5 posts
iwantmybearsuit:
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.”
— Robert Frost
August 2011
11 posts
iwantmybearsuit:
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s...
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bon-bon:
“I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.”
— Charles Bukowski
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pretty-bird:
“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.”
— Anaïs Nin
suzywire:
“Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.”
— Haruki Murakami
July 2011
4 posts
