November 2011
22 posts
“If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years, how man would marvel and stare.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via clavicola)
“I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
—Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking (via narcosis)
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I just thought that this morning could be more dramatic than usual. Thus, Beethoven.
Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata, op 27 no 2
“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don’t say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.”
—Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)
“how much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. how much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via beryl-azure)
“You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”
—Advice to Sylvia Plath, from her mother (via funeral)
“As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.”
—Charles Baudelaire (via inwardheartbeats)
