February 2011
109 posts
She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and...
– The Portrait of a Lady - Henry James
I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of...
– Sweethearts - Sara Zarr
How wrong to have been so negative. How wrong to have been so gloomy. How wrong...
– Jonathan Franzen
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You Should Date An Illiterate Girl. →
You’ve got a bad case of being over there. The only cure is being over here.
– The Distance To Me, I Wrote This For You (via athousandbutterflies)
January 2011
163 posts
The Trouble with Bright Girls (Psychology Today) →
Very interesting article. I received the same kind of praise growing up, and I’ve always doubted my abilities. Something to think about…
Music at its best… is the grand archeology into and transfiguration of our...
– The Cornel West Reader - Cornel West
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
– Anais Nin (via kari-shma)
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One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively...
– Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom - John O’Donohue
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When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To...
– When We Two Parted by George Gordon Byron
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees,...
– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Dylan and Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say...
– Jeff Buckley (via moodswingwhiskey)
Each time you happen to me all over again.
– The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton
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Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when...
– Henry Miller in Sexus (via melancholynotes)
I hope you get what you want or you want something new. I hope you appreciate...
– (via theflightout)
Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has...
– H. Jackson Brown Jr. (via itookadeepbreath)
I’m allergic to the world when we’re separated.
– No Conclusion - Of Montreal
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My Saturday consists of
peanut butter cookies
Van Morrison on repeat
thawing from the cold
missing you
The best way to say anything is just to say it.
– Johnny Cash (via kari-shma)
I sat thinking how terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that...
– The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder (via thechocolatebrigade)
She wrote a novel in her head. It was the same sentence on every page: I already...
– The Late Work of Margaret Kroftis, Mark Gluth (via itookadeepbreath)
We have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we...
– Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones (via thepanicofbirds)
Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love...
– Lisa St. Aubin de Terán (via kari-shma)
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk...
– Water for Elephants (via inthespine)
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—that if she touched him right now, their flesh would recognize each other. The...
– Written on Your Skin - Meredith Duran
I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And...
– Mercy - Jodi Picoult
I woke at dawn every morning to his touch, the delight of his warmth and the...
– The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory
Leave love to your heart; don’t let your head question it.
– (via liveelaughlovee)
What and If are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them...
– Letters to Juliet
Stay hurtable. Stay human. Stay open. It’s always worth it.
– John Mayer (via triplel4)
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Please do persist, girl. It’s time we met and made a mess.
– Anna Molly - Incubus
This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like...
– The Skin I’m In - I Wrote This For You
But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny...
– I Wrote This For You: The Children Of Time (via wearebasiclight)
I saw a whole other future. I can’t stop seeing it. I can’t leave. I can’t stay.
– Revolutionary Road (via itookadeepbreath, creampuff)
He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.
– Along for the Ride - Sarah Dessen
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The...
– T. S. Eliot, from “Preludes” (via liquidnight)