I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via larmoyante)
Why do you wander, restless?
Why stare, unable to breathe?
Surely you understand, our two
Souls have been welded as one.
You, you’ll be solaced by me
In a way no one could dream,
And when wild words wound –
It’s you who’ll feel it the most.
— Anna Akhmatova, Why Do You Wander, Restless? (via violentwavesofemotion)
I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It’s nice.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via larmoyante)
Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed.
Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend
we’re in a foreign country, and in love.
— “The Road” by Raymond Carver, from Where Water Comes Together With Other Water (via youngfolksociety)
Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.
— Tim Seibles (via larmoyante)
I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.
— Mary Oliver (via larmoyante)
the shipfitter's wife: LONELY COMES TO VISIT
and I hold the door open expectantly. He
comes in and shrugs his jacket off and picks
out a song on the radio that makes me feel
like molasses. Informs me that the light
on the porch has blown out and promises to
fix it in the morning. I bring out the thick
blankets from the linen closet and…
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
— Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works (via larmoyante)
I think there is something subversive in saying: This is the man or woman with whom I want to stake everything. This is why I was never able to do so-called one-night stands. It has to at least have a perspective of eternity.
— Slavoj Zizek, Guardian Interview (via thatkindofwoman)
You need not worry about your worries. Just be. Don’t be restless about ‘being quiet’, miserable about ‘being happy’. Just be aware that you are and remain aware - don’t say: “Yes I am; what’s next?” There is no ‘next’ in ‘I am’. It is a timeless state.
— Nisargadatta Maharaj (via rabbitinthemoon)
She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.
— Joanne Harris (via rabbitinthemoon)
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before, — more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via violentwavesofemotion)
I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by. How do you know?
I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via larmoyante)
I try to laugh at whatever life brings. Because when I look down, I just miss all the good stuff, but when I look up, I just trip over things.
— Ani DiFranco (via larmoyante)
