November 2010
“What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something...”
– John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via quote-book)
“One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book...”
– Tove Jansson (via rabbit-heart)
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by...”
– The Critic As Artist, Oscar Wilde (via d)
Leo Tolstoy: Anna Karenina →
circadiance:
“What! shall I be left alone—without her?” he thought with horror, and he took the chalk. “Wait a minute,” he said, sitting down to the table. “I’ve long wanted to ask you one thing.” He looked straight into her caressing, though frightened eyes. “Please, ask it.” “Here,” he said; and he wrote the initial letters, w, y, t, m, i, c, n, b, d, t, m, n, o, t. These letters meant, “When...
“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop...”
– (via sleepingtigers)
“Ive got pretty windows on two sides and I can just glimpse the river sparkling...”
– Plum Sykes, Bergdorf Blondes (via jlloepndaaa)
“I am always feeling like perpetually under-read. It’s really depressing for me...”
– Scott “Scoth” Herman (viaf)
“Was I ever truly over him? At one time I was sure that the answer was yes. But...”
– Love the One You’re With by Emily Giffin (via lostinthesounds)
“Who am I? I am who I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too...”
– Janet Fitch (via suzywire) 