September 2011
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Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean...
– Unknown (via illuminatum)
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Strong feelings do not necessarily make a strong character. The strength of a...
– William Carleton (via mysticwave)
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Oft expectations fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it...
– William Shakespeare, All’s Well that Ends Well, (via mysticwave)
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Fact: we only dream of what we know. Our dreams...
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i felt that i was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever i went...
– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via beryl-azure)
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I am incapable of understanding your actions. You eat porridge one day and...
– Deborah Wu (via sleepingtigers)
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Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very...
– Oscar Wilde, (via mysticwave)
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crevette fumée: “A pleasure which is for myself... →
“A pleasure which is for myself alone touches me but little and lasts but a short time. It is for myself and my friends that I read, that I reflect, that I write, that I meditate, that I listen, that I observe, that I feel. In their absence my devotion refers everything to them I think unceasingly of their happiness. If a beautiful line impresses me, they know it at once. If I have fallen in...
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She became aware of something about her. With an effort, she roused herself, to...
– D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via awritersruminations)
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Whatever happens: you know your time,
my bird, you take your veil and fly
to...
– Ingeborg Bachmann (via sketchofthepast)
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The bare, bleak days pass peacefully,
I accept the transformation submissively....
– Anna Akhmatova, from a fragment written in spring 1914, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer (via sketchofthepast)
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If I like people it is my nature to tell them so and I am not afraid of offering...
– Charlotte Brontë’s letter to Ellen Nussey, October 1836. (via enchants)
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As if the blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in...
– Albert Camus, The Stranger (via liquidnight)
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i’m painting stars in colors that do not have names; colors that only exist in...
– Malinda Rose (via beryl-azure)
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