January 2012
I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via teachingliteracy)
I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon,...
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via wistless)
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.
– Saul Bellow (via petalsquotesandthorns)
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you,...
– Frederick Buechner (via middlenameconfused)
Believe in love’s infinite journey, for it is your own, for you are love. Love...
– Rumi (via simplyisis)
Reading poetry, even if you are only reading to find a secret message within its...
– Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto (via shesanargonaut)
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...
– Charles Bukowski (via girlwithoutwings)
It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via queerella)
there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak.
I am left
shut,
the...
– Stella Padnos, from “Start/The Stopping” (via awritersruminations)
Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and...
– “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams (via julie911)
But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby....
– Lemony Snicket (via lovewillfuckusapart)
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
– Rumi (via illiejane)
Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s...
– Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living (via proustitute)
The beauty of things must be that they end.
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
My life didn’t please me, so I created my life.
– Coco Chanel (via misswallflower)