February 2012
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What are we, after all, without our memories, without our dreams?
– The Wedding, Nicholas Sparks
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)