March 2012
71 posts
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair,...
– Virginia Woolf, The Years (via afortressaroundmyheart)
Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.
– Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954
(via wisdom-justiceandlove)
I’m an observer. I read about life. I research life. I find a corner in a room...
– Christine Feehan (via wisdom-justiceandlove)
I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, My Lost City (via sleepingtigers)
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the...
– A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce (via shinjimoon)
In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up...
– Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences (via azspot)
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could...
– Bukowski reminders (via akabunny)