June 2012
“Then I shut my eyes for they were hurting me.”
– Franz Kafka (via narcosis)
“For always, in spite of reason, he had clung to the hope that someday he would...”
– Richard Matheson, I Am Legend (via wellareyou)
“People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it...”
– Inayat Khan (via de-licacy)
“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via flentes)
“Heavy words are so lightly thrown.”
– Steven Morrissey (via blua)
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t...”
– David Foster Wallace (via decembrist)
“‘Know Thyself’ is the whole of science. Only when man shall have acquired a...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, The Dawn of Day (via s-cientia)
An interesting meditation on the motivation behind our drive to discover more about the world around us.
(via jtotheizzoe)
“He made himself think about something else. It was dangerous to hope. That was a...”
– Richard Matheson, I Am Legend (via wellareyou)
“… the essence of the writer’s occupation. We write books because our children...”
–
Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
(via leopoldgursky)
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall...”
– Richard Siken (via fabula)
“I was sick of everything and longed to contradict and oppose.”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via wellareyou)
“Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be...”
– Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (via fabula)
“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the...”
– Scott F. Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via gaws)
“We must leave evidence. Evidence that we were here, that we existed, that we...”
– Mia Mingus (via awritersruminations)
“The world was so new that many things still lacked names, and to mention them,...”
– Gabriel García Márquez, Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Harper & Row, 1970. (via amiquote)
“Uncertainty is an uncomfortable position. But certainty is an absurd one.”
– Voltaire (via mirroir)
“I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures...”
– (via journalofanobody)
“It was green, the silence; the light was moist;
the month of June trembled like...”
– Pablo Neruda, first lines to poem XL, in 100 Love Sonnets, trans. Stephen Tapscott (via growing-orbits) 