October 2010
6 posts
for of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: « it might...
– john greenleaf whittier (via vishuddha)
there’s a thin sheet of glass between me and life. however clearly i see and...
– fernando pessoa (via apathie) (via foundre)
June 2010
2 posts
that’s the difference between me and the rest of the world: happiness isn’t good...
– calvin and hobbes (via tmblg) (via yooniverse) (via littlemiss) (via milkatmidnight)
I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...
– Yohji Yamamoto (via itsshazzani) (via silverscents) (via suzywire)
May 2010
20 posts
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories...
– John Green (via suzywire)
knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable...
– vladimir nabokov (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via theblankpage) (via commanderspock) (via tremblingmind) (via nnnoir) (via milkatmidnight)
how glorious it is, and also how painful, to be an exception.
– alfred de musset (via milktrees) (via youarebonbon) (via scooterjinx) (via milkatmidnight)
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul...
– —Keith Miller (via creampuff) (via lovebot) (via finallyseeing) (via starsmending)
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(via moonandmoon)
if love is blind, then friendship could probably use some glasses too.
– the secrets of love by rosie rushton, submitted by onthemoon (via quote-book) (via milkatmidnight)
people are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
– joseph f. newton (via kari-shma) (via 4788) (via milkatmidnight)
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being...
– Vladimir Nabakov (via deadwriters) (via abbraccispezzati) (via thespianmuse) (via dactylographie)
You’ve got a lovely way with words, it must be the way you see the world.
– the virgins (via exasperation) (via dactylographie)
There’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.
– Oscar Levant (via exasperation) (via dactylographie)
April 2010
72 posts
Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of...
– Herman Hesse (via suzywire)
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out...
– Vladimir Nabokov (via tomorrowsparties)
No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
– (via distances)
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
– Gilbert Keith Chesterton (via solarelephant) (via quote-book)
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.
– Frida Kahlo (via ccshawn) (via teenagenemanurse) (via hollowbones-) (via thingsgohazy) (via tomorrowsparties)
And those that were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via mianoti) (via saturnrising) (via klammerauf)
my life is just a series of "almosts" and...
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