“The shelf was filled with books that were hard to read, that could devastate and remake one’s soul, and that, when they were finished, had a kick like a mule.”
— Winter’s Tale, Mark Helprin (b. 28 June 1947)
“I understand that nobody understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.”
— Audrey Tautou
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
— Virginia Woolf - The Years (via paper-fairy)
Oh, to sleep until I am whole again, to awaken free and light.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
I love my life's dark hours, in which my senses quicken and grow deep, while, as from faint incense of faded flowers or letters old, i magically steep myself in days gone by: again i live. Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace, infinite life unrolls its boundless space.
Rilke
Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926
I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.
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“…souls all the more beautiful because they are swollen with longing.”
— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Jehan Rictus, The Poet of Poverty,”
“Forest nymphs, immortal daughters of woodland streams, dark, divine,”
— Moero, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from Women Poets; “Cleomenes’ Statues,” (via loveage-moondream)
Nights are comfort, reading is comfort, music is comfort, moon is comfort, libraries are comfort, coffee is comfort, silence is comfort, being alone is comfort, books are comfort, hope is comfort, poems are comfort, dreams are comfort, art is comfort
“When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people.”
— John Steinbeck
Source: quotemadness.com
