There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is...– Ernest Hemingway (via moldavia)
It is not our silence that is deafening, but all the words underneath it, yelled...– David Levithan (via creatingaquietmind)
Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to...– Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing...– Tom Stoppard (via larmoyante)
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like...– Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via 4mbivalent)
You can’t say that you love life if you constantly try to limit the way life can...– Sohail Desai (via brotherofosiris)
lordoftheinternet: a moment of silence for all the things i have to do but am not doing
One can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is...– Lemony Snicket, The Penultimate Peril
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we...– (via sunlightsplatter)
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.– Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses (via larmoyante)
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.– Robert Brault (via loveyourchaos)
I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I...– Sylvia Plath (via johnsteinbeck-)
I always thought you were a fake. I see you differently now. You don’t know who...– Henry Rollins - Eye Scream (via johnsteinbeck-) You’re a beautiful shell. I was attracted to the shell and what I thought it might hold.
typewriterdaily: There are certain people in the world with whom I am an open book. I can’t stand people lying to make me feel better, but I know I do the same in return sometimes. I can be cold and heartless in the most subtle of ways and that terrifies me.
Mad people = people who stand alone + burn. I’m attracted to them because they...– Susan Sontag (via explore-blog)
Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties?...– Vaclav Havel (via kenny-price)
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.– Frédéric Chopin (via decembrist)
Nothing is easier than dismissing the evil doer; nothing is harder than...– Unknown (via psycho-cunt)
Just because I liked something at one point in time doesn’t mean I’ll always...– Jarod Kintz, At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you’d still waste time by reading it (via rsvnr) I don’t even know how to define my style, tastes, interests now. Seriously, what category can I fit neatly in? I’m too many things and too...
Isn’t it a bit weird that we use the word pretty as an adverb?
I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try...– Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (from)
typewriterdaily: Let me save you the suspense: you’ve been written about.
[[MORE]] It is bothering me to know that I can never learn so much that I will finally understand. I will always be confused by hypocrisy and judgment and changes in personalities and generally the fact that we all exist, because there’s no logic there. And it seems like anything I could ever want to do would just be a distraction from acknowledging that uncertainty. The only possible way...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
Life has many ways of testing a person’s will – either by having nothing happen...– Paulo Coelho (via chaoswithinus)
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for...– Elizabeth Gilbert (via larmoyante)