January 2011
50 posts
“I am a writer. I suppose I think that the highest gift that a man has is art,...”
– Lorraine Hansberry (via awritersruminations)
Starry Eyed: Word The next word I set down... →
Word
The next word I set down becomes a vivid mist that rises from the page, drifts back in time to enfold the awkward bearlike shapes history has deposited, darkling and apart, on the maps of memory.
Whatever was known becomes unknown; whatever was defined loses definition….
“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I...”
– Henry Miller (via daisyblue)
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who... →
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she...”
– Pablo Neruda (via clavicola)
Party Down
dearoldlove:
Neither of us can have even one drink when we happen to be at the same party for fear of what we might regret in the morning.
“When we all talk about “saving the environment” in a
way its misstated...”
– Kenny Ausubel (via eatyourbrockoli)
“A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone.”
– Jo Godwin (via turpentinegypsy)
“For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who...”
– Isabel Allende (via februarysong)
“If a violin string can ache, then I was that string.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via liquidnight)
“One of these days,” she said, “I’m going to pull myself together for a while and...”
– The Awakening (via stuffedartichokes)
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late,...”
– Captain Wentworth, (Persuasion, by Jane Austen)
bunnymitford:
Men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn away from each other on moments of great happiness and closeness. How can we know happiness and closeness without contrasting them, like lights?
Jack Kerouac - from a letter to Allen Ginsberg, September, 1948
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via supprosetry)
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable...”
– Carl Gustav Jung
(via awaitanothervoice, desgrandsflchss, yellowcrayon) (via broken-blossoms)
(via teachingliteracy)
“We’d said we’d keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon...”
– David Levithan (via notwritenow)
presentinglilymars:
I should have known right then that it would always be the same - I had to be madly in love or utterly revolted. No happy mediums for me! […] No compromises in life for me - I wouldn’t settle - I’d rather not go out, just live with my dreams.
Lauren Bacall, By Myself and Then Some.
“he’d lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was was what a person...”
– jonathan franzen, the corrections. (via paperbackgirl)
“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles...”
– E.E Cummings (via xcassiekilla)
