February 2012
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“You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
(Samuel Johnson)
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I do miss you. I know you think I don’t, and after all of this I cannot imagine that you miss me. But I miss you. When I was trying (vainly, as usual) to fall asleep last night I remembered opening my door and stepping into your hug and feeling so safe—your arms wrapped all the way around me.
I miss our nights on my rooftop, drinking too much wine and telling too many secrets and staying up too...
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“I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.”
(Ann Brashares, “The Sisterhood of the Traveling...
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“Doubt is a creature within the air. It grows when someone hesitates.”
(Toby Beta, “My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut”)
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“You shouldn’t be anxious when you don’t write. Perhaps someone writes then in us...”
– Anna Kamienska (via proustitute)
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“Literature is about trying to capture the one or two moments in your life when...”
– Albert Camus (via inspirinquotes)
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“Things happen when you drink too much mescal.
One night, with not enough food in my belly,
he kept on buying. I’m a girl who’ll fall
damn near in love with gratitude and, well, he
was hot and generous and so the least
that I could do was let him kiss me.”
(Moira Egan, “Bar Napkin Sonnet #11”)
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“Do you really love me? means, Will you accept me in process? Will you embrace...”
– Angela Thomas (via prima-volta)
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“That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all...”
– Joan Didion, “Goodbye to All That” (via pinkhotel)
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“I think about all of the things I’ve done, Oskar. And all of the things I didn’t do. The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did”
(Jonathan Safran Foer, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”)
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“My trainer is always telling me things that I don’t wanna hear like, “Aziz,...”
– Aziz Ansari on Letterman. (via highhopesandheels, via haygirlhay)
Oh god, this. (via nogreatillusion)
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“Change is terrifying. It uproots you physically, mentally, emotionally.
You will leave the house you loved. You will leave the bedroom you slept in for years, the hallways you tumbled about in, the backyard you frolicked in, the kitchen you ate in every evening for years.
You will leave schools you loved, towns and cities and mountains and villages and people—so many people.
You...
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“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not...”
– Markus Zusak, (From The Book Thief)
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“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they...”
– Ellen Hopkins (via growing-orbits)
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Oh.
nogreatillusion:
That split second of confusion when the waiter fills your wine glass only half way, just before you remember that in the world outside your apartment, people don’t treat wine like it’s diet coke.
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“I asked her if she was unhappy; she says it is not a question of happiness. She...”
– Life After God by Douglas Coupland (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“It worked so well that we decided to create a Nothing Place in the living room, it seemed necessary, because there are times when one needs to disappear while in the living room, and sometimes one simply wants to disappear.”
(Jonathan Safran Foer, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”)
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January 2012
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“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
(Jodi Picoult, “My Sister’s Keeper”)
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“I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.”
(Jonathan Safran Foer, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”)
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“Very little grows
on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled,
so wildflowers...”
– Rumi (via crashinglybeautiful)
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“She’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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“I collect your pet peeves like trading cards and spread them out on my kitchen table. Some nights I leave the subject line empty on purpose, just to see what you’ll do.
My pet peeve? Funny you should ask. It’s the way you are capable of so entirely, dreadfully missing the point.”
(Excerpt, nogreatillusion.tumblr.com)
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“I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a...”
– Jonathan Franzen (via libraryland)
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“I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.” (Lili St. Crow, “Jealousy”)
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“A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few...”
– Christopher Isherwood (via tigtag)
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“The best thing you’ve ever done for me Is to help me take my life less seriously…
There’s more than one answer to these questions pointing me in crooked line The less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.”
(The Indigo Girls, “Closer to Fine”)
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“In love, his grammar grew
rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell
madly from the sky like pheasants.”
(Stephen Dunn, “In Love, His Grammar Grew”)
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“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with...”
– Joan Didion
[2011 lessons]
(via mythologyofblue)
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“It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea....”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
(via dishabillic)
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“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? … Well,...”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.”
(Kay Ryan, “A Certain Kind of Eden”)