“We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much too afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via deaths-and-entrances)

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“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.”

— Frédéric Chopin (via rhiflea)

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“True to oneself….which self?”

— Katherine Mansfield (via c-ovet, thesecondperson) (via iotaorionis) (via theoblivionist)

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Gregory Peck admires Vermeer’s The Milkmaid during a visit to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. December, 1954

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“I’m like a shabby, threadbare coat, worn out not because of exposure to the elements or hard work but because for twelve years a light has been burning inside me, unable to find an outlet and doing nothing but illuminating the walls of its own prison and, finding no opening to the outside world, has just been snuffed out for lack of oxygen.”

— Ivan Goncharov, Oblomov (via the-railroad-earth)

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“I was first fortunate in seafaring when I was shipwrecked.”

— Zeno of Citium, founder of the stoic school of philosophy (via invisiblestories)

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“Up until this point, I had been a dedicated consumer of The Baby-sitters Club (team Claudia), with the occasional Sweet Valley High thrown in when I was feeling a bit gossipy. I don’t even remember where our copy of Jurassic Park came from–my parents were not readers. All the books in the house were in my room. It just appeared. MAGIC DINOSAURS. I started reading it because I had seen and loved the movie (yes, that does happen). And then I read it again, and then I read the sequel, and then I read Andromeda Strain, and somehow got my hands on The Shining, and then discovered that you could buy books for $0.25 at the thrift store without my parents having to be there to sign me up for a card of some sort. Soon, I was coming home with cardboard boxes full of books, all bought with my babysitting money.”

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How Jurassic Park Led Me to the Classics (via bookriot)

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