February 2012
thebottom-shelf: You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
“There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people,...”
– John Green, Paper Towns (via sandyohstar)
“Could it think, the heart would stop beating.”
– Fernando Pessoa. (via halucinace)
On the first work day of the year, I remember reminding myself to always be good, be kind and be safe.
Trying, trying.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I...”
– Rumi (via paperlover)
“It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via literature-art)
“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take...”
– Dianne Setterfield,The Thirteenth Tale (via pressured)
“The grass is always greener where you water it.”
– Unknown (via paperlover)
I measure my life out in turned pages.
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“In the hollow of my mute being
place a word—
grow forests thick on either side...”
– Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Psalm” (translated by Mark Anderson)
“These cycles will knit into knots and shackles, elusive shoelaces, and bundling...”
– HoneymoonO:
“How, then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about...”
– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I need to know what’s there in the space between your words, what’s there between the ticking seconds of time. If there really is something, then I want to know.
“I am alive and you are alive and so we must fill the air with our words.”
– Dave Eggers, What is the What (via llibre)