October 2011
223 posts
And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so...
– Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (via -rosasparks-)
I am nothing but words,
just a shape
of dreams or night.
– Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
Silent friend of many distances, feel how your breath still multiplies all...
– Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheu (via sleepinginthesnow)
That’s how it is sometimes—
God comes to your window,
all bright light and...
– Dorianne Laux, from “Dust” (via proustitute)
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.
– Oscar Wilde (via edmundindreams)
He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via poorghosts)
I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off...
– Jack White (via forestsong)
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
– T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton (Four Quartets)
the winds that blow —
ask them which leaf on the tree
will be next to go
– Takahama (via yama-bato)
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...
– Neil Gaiman (via zxzv)
All illusion comes and goes, but the soul remains unchanged.
– Meher Baba (via gardenofthefareast)
Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day…But when I follow at my pleasure...
– Ptolemy (via nathanielswhite)
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