“There is a sort of magic in the written word. The idea acquires substance by taking on a visible nature, and then stands in the way of its own clarification.”
—W. Somerset Maugham
George Orwell (via 12wildswans)
Jonathan Safran Foer (via absynthe-words)
breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath.
I wish I could be like that,
or love could be like that.
The Realm of Possibility, David Levithan (via hilegunslinger)
Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction
I think this can mean “don’t create a journey” for yourself. Don’t be romantic about accomplishing your goals.(via petervidani)
Gao Xingjian (via elegantbonez)
F. Scott Fitzgerald, in a letter to editor Maxwell Perkins (July, 1922), sets forth his vision of his masterpiece, the novel that was to become The Great Gatsby (Princeton University)
we stumbled all the way to your place—
sultry footpath of August
(snapped heels busted straps)
—past the gas station that sold
underage cigarettes because
someone’s mother didn’t care
after last call, the air
couldn’t hold any more lust we were
dizzy with the opposite of…
Charles Caleb Colton (via lifeofliterature)
JW Goethe in Kunst and Alterthum
We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with it’s own secrets, with it’s own treasures, with it’s own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.
Elie Wiesel, The Nazi Doctors and the Nuremburg Code (via booksandbrews)
Betrayal bent me in one direction while guilt bent her the other way. We constructed our lives around a misunderstanding, and if ever I tried to pull it out and fix it now I would fall down flat. Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It’s everyone’s come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbra Kingsolver (via restlessforthefuture)