January 2012
“He had the obscure sensation of everything’s being suddenly turned the other way...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark (via knockturn)
“Everything had changed suddenly—the tone, the moral climate; you didn’t know...”
– Boris Pasternak (via atomos)
malevichsquare:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
—Rumi, “Out Beyond Ideas,” from The Book of Luminous Things and translated from Farsi by Coleman Barks and John Moyne
“We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing — an actor, a writer — I am a...”
– Stephen Fry (via rachelshead)
“The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll (via honeyforthehomeless)
“You know what charm is? A way of getting the answer yes without having asked any...”
– Albert Camus, The Fall (via theunquotables)
“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses...”
– T.E. Lawrence (via mikefrawley)
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via misswallflower)
“The boldness of his mind was sheathed in a scabbard of politeness.”
– Dumas Malone, Jefferson and His Time (via languagemagic)
hateship/loveship: "Possible Activities" by... →
hateshiploveship:
You could sit on your chair and pick over the language as if it were a bowl of peas. A lot of people do that. It might be instructive. You don’t even need the chair, You could juggle plates of air.
You could poke sticks through the chain-link fence at your brain, which you keep locked up in…
“I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via betherisingsun)
“All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via lucifelle)
“I wanted to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden of the world… And...”
– Oscar Wilde (via talkativolive)
Mermaid Complex: As One Listens To The Rain →
mermaidcomplex:
Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the corner, figurations of time at the bend in this pause, …
“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all...”
– Jorge Luis Borges (via serialstranger)
