All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.– Barbara Crooker, from “Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself” (via risky wiver)
if only running away didn't cost money. if i...
James Kavanuagh //
“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests...
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.– Sylvia Plath
Divided, how can one pray? How can one pray when another oneself would be...– Paul Valéry, from “How Calm the Hour Is” in Selected Writings, trans. Louise Varèse (via proustitute)
Bright Star : John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still...
Prince Charming = Fiction. Soul Mate = Fantasy. Star-crossed lovers = Science Fiction.
To go inside yourself and to encounter no one for hours—this you will have to be...– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, trans. Mark Harman (via proustitute)
the young poet saying a prayer is a form of panic– Jane Miller, from “A Young Poet” (via proustitute)
Someone, and no matter where, collects the pieces of my shadow.– Claude Esteban, from “Someone, and no matter,” trans. Joanie Mackowski (via the-final-sentence)
Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect; part of it is decaying, part...– John Ruskin, “The Nature of Gothic” in Stones of Venice, 1851-53 (via proustitute)
[‘These writings may shock or horrify you, but that is not my intention. It is...– Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray (thanks, kyra46077)
I see how you wait in silence for silence To say: write it in, tell me who I am...– Dan Beachy-Quick, from “Moby Dick” (via the-final-sentence)
Every beginning is but a continuation, and the book of events is never more...– Wislawa Szymborska, from “Love at First Sight”, translated by Walter Whipple (via the-final-sentence)