“If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.”

— George Eliot, Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life (with thanks to bestreadamerican)

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  11:44 pm  |   May 25 2013   |  228 notes  

“You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes From The Underground” (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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  11:43 pm  |   May 25 2013   |  372 notes  

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  11:30 pm  |   May 25 2013   |  614 notes  

I am sensing my world with a clarity that leaves me like porcelain. Sometimes when I read I feel like I am eating and the hunger never ends. It’s ecstatic and I cannot sustain this momentum. If the world is alive, then I have been locked away, cryogenically preserved. I am thawing.

  10:48 pm  |   May 25 2013   |  1 note  

aseaofquotes:

Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

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  2:01 pm  |   May 24 2013   |  879 notes  

“I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation.”

— Anna Kamieńska, from The Notebook, in Astonishments, trans. Grazyna Drabik and David Curzon (thank you, growing-orbits)

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  9:13 pm  |   May 23 2013   |  329 notes  

ryandonato:

Claridge & Lilus, Brush and Lens

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  9:12 pm  |   May 23 2013   |  1,579 notes  

“How many regions in space have already been
inside me. There are winds that seem like
my wandering son.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Sonnets to Orpheus: Book 2: 1” (trans. Stephen Mitchell)

(Source: litverve)

  8:37 pm  |   May 23 2013   |  237 notes  

“Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you. Even after you know
no one is there, you keep looking back.”

— Tim Seibles, Slow Dance (via pilvur)

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  8:29 pm  |   May 23 2013   |  73 notes  

“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” 

― Vladimir Nabokov

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  8:23 pm  |   May 23 2013   |  498 notes