March 2013
13 posts
“Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the...”
– Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via ugh)
“You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip...”
– Brian Patten, “And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be” (via viage)
“All art intuitively apprehends coming changes in the collective unconsciousness.”
– Carl Gustav Jung (via gatheringgrounds)
“I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing...”
– Anne Bronte (via dotifications)
“Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you....”
– Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death, translation by Barbara Bray (via frenchtwist)
“We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for...”
– Leonard Cohen, Poems and Songs (via frenchtwist)
February 2013
19 posts
“Here is the formula at its most elementary: “moving” is the striving to reach...”
– Slavoj Žižek
via fuckyeahexistentialism (via frenchtwist)
“Deep rivers run quiet.”
– Haruki Murakami (via ambling)
“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, out, far...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
via liquidnight (via frenchtwist)
“I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the...”
– If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda (via therippedones)
“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”
– Samuel Beckett (1906 - 1989)
via amare-habeo (via frenchtwist)
January 2013
25 posts
“What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in...”
– Roberto Bolaño, 2666 (via frenchtwist)
my hobbies include sleeping and feeling like i’ve never slept
“In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love’s nature....”
– Jeanette Winterson, The.Powerbook (via frenchtwist)
“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien (via faerygrrrlfriend)
“Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the...”
– Rumi (via cosmofilius)
“Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was...”
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: from A Journal of Love, the Unexpurgated Diary, translation by Jean Sherman (via frenchtwist) 