"i wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. why will it not?"
“It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.”
Moab Is My Washpot, Stephen Fry
always
stay hungry
stay foolish
“How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
Dr. Seuss
“[His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop.] It was the best feeling.”
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories
“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you - whether it’s good or bad - then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”
Jamie Anne Royce
“I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word.”
Travis Grandt
(Source: larmoyante, via fawnes)
“One of the cruellest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.”
Douglas Coupland
(Source: fleshscars, via ohwonderland)
“Oh, sweet emotions, gentle harmony, goodness and peace of the softened heart, melting bliss of the first raptures of love, where are they, where are they?”
First Love, Ivan Turgenev
“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”
Virginia Woolf (via castlekeys)
(Source: forestgirl, via castlekeys-deactivated20130507)
“Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.”
Fifty Shades of Grey, E.L. James (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante)
there were some people who just thought it was funny the way she loved books, but honestly there was nothing she loved better than books because that was the kind of person she was.
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
The Princess Bride, William Goldman (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante)
“Yes, yes,” said the Beast, “my heart is good, but still I am a monster.” “Among mankind,” says Beauty, “there are many that deserve that name more than you, and I prefer you, just as you are, to those, who, under a human form, hide a treacherous, corrupt, and ungrateful heart.”
Beauty and the Beast, Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont
“Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.”
Tender Is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
“She began to whisper something in my ear. It’s the strangest thing about poetry - you can tell it’s poetry, even if you don’t speak the language. You can hear Homer’s Greek without understanding a word, and you still know it’s poetry. I’ve heard Polish poetry, and Inuit poetry, and I knew what it was without knowing. Her whisper was like that. I didn’t know the language, but her words washed through me, perfect, and in my mind’s eye I saw towers of glass and diamond; and people with eyes of the palest green; and, unstoppable, beneath every syllable, I could feel the relentless advance of the ocean.”
How to Talk to Girls at Parties, Neil Gaiman
