December 2011
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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via f-uckarias)
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i felt that i breathed an atmosphere of sorrow
an air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all
And when you finally think you have that long lost friend back, it’s like...
– Nick Rouilla
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That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone-...
– Janet Fitch (via danseurs)
Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you...
– Mark Twain (via aurelle)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...
– Anaïs Nin (via danseurs)
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for...
– Anton Chekhov (via atomos)
At heart, I have always been a coper, I’ve mostly been able to walk around with...
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via danseurs)
Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their...
– Neil Gaiman (via danseurs)
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed...
– Charles Bukowski (via hainelamour)
Prepare yourselves for the flood of quotes, because I have found the treasure chest of blogs.
Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they...
– Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via atonals)
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street...
– Mark Z. Danielewski (via danseurs)
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via decrepito)
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called...
– Louis Sachar (via danseurs)
I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I...
– Sylvia Plath (via atonals)
The day was beautiful and blue, the low areas of the road coated with a thin,...
– Maggie Stiefvater (Linger)