“Such is the incomprehensible combination, such is the complexity of things, that as I descend the staircase I do not know which is sorrow, which joy. I am upheld by pillars, shored up on either side by stark emotions; but which is sorrow, which is joy? I ask, and do not know, only that I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via requiemforthepast)
7:58 pm • 1 September 2014 • 15 notes
“No, I’m not clever. I’ve always cared more for people than for ideas.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 8 September 1917. (via violentwavesofemotion)
7:58 pm • 1 September 2014 • 230 notes
Is there a word — is there a face I know not of
that could perhaps explain?
No. No. All lies. I never needed an explanation.
I wanted the music. Craved it badly.
I treaded upon the echoes.
I found voicelessness and pursued it as well.
The thought is the lie, the sentiment recreates
I am here.
My mind is not doing the trick anymore.
I am here.
There goes your explanation.
It comes with a presence.
It is honest.
— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems: Presence (via violentwavesofemotion)
7:57 pm • 1 September 2014 • 176 notes
“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via cheriestaceymasson)
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7:56 pm • 1 September 2014 • 3,884 notes
“If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us.
That’s why we have to care about each other.”
— David Levithan, Every Day (via bookmania)
12:13 pm • 1 September 2014 • 1,518 notes
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via wordsnquotes)
12:10 pm • 1 September 2014 • 4,043 notes