April 2010
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A Cat /A Future
A cat can draw the blinds behind her eyes whenever she decides. Nothing alters in the stare itself but she’s not there. Likewise a future can occlude: still sitting there, doing nothing rude.
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…he started to whisper. ‘It’s because all the images inside our heads have come from the world of ideas. That’s where we really belong, you know - not down here…where time snaps at everything we love.’
~ The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder
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What I find to be very bad advice is the snappy little sentence, ‘Write what you...
– Annie Proulx (via wordpainting)
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But Dad was interested in jokers for a deeper reason.
The fact was, Dad...
– ~Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery.
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I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it’s mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children’s teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.
~The Land of Green Plums Herta Muller
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...
– Sylvia Plath (via ilovereadingandwriting)
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I am in a beautiful prison from which I can only escape by writing.
– Anais Nin (via awritersruminations) (via ilovereadingandwriting)
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I do not like the idea of happiness—it is too momentary—I would say that I was...
– Georgia O’Keeffe (via leda-swanson) (via arsvitaest) (via crashinglybeautiful)
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The majority of well adapted individuals have lost their own self at an early...
– Erich Fromm (via heartmindspirit) (via amare-habeo)
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And once again I believe that nothing that’s important really becomes lost. We...
– Miguel Sousa Tavares, sent to me and translated by Luis (via nightmarebrunette)
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We always postpone being alive to the future, we don’t know exactly when. It is...
– Thich Nhat Hahn, Living Buddha, Living Christ (via nightmarebrunette)
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Old Uzbek had words for wanting to cry and not being able to, for being caused...
– STANFORD Magazine: January/February 2010 > Showcase > Author Elif Batuman
(excerpt from The Possessed: Adventures With Russian Books and the People Who Love Them (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)
I want to read this book…
(via monkeyreader) (via thehermitage)
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High Tide
In my own worst seasons I’ve come back From the colorless world of despair By forcing myself to look hard, For a long time, At a single glorious thing
A flame of red geranium Outside my bedroom window And then another: My daughter in a yellow dress And another: The perfect outline of a full Dark sphere behind the crescent moon
Until I learned to be in love with life again Like a stroke victim...
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