May 2013
Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or...
– Chuck Palahniuk (via aquaticuss)
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Because wherever I sat, on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or...
– The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via bewareladylazarus)
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Tereza tried to see herself through her body. That is why, from girlhood on, she...
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.
– Sarah Kane, Crave. (via batarde)
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In reading we have to allow the sunken meanings to remain sunken, suggested, not...
– Virginia Woolf - On Craftsmanship
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Whenever I see Lolita being quoted in a romantic way, like the novel was this big tragic love story, I think to myself just how clever Humbert is, how he managed to fool everyone, fool us, the real people, made of flesh and blood while he is only words; how he fooled even his own author.
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Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality,...
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via withmate)
Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but...
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations (via violentwavesofemotion)
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We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are,...
– Chuck Palahniuk (via jealousofroses)
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The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up...
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via rerylikes)
“Why are you afraid?” I asked myself, because fear is at the bottom of...
– Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via violentwavesofemotion)
She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.
– Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via debourbon)
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I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go...
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God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears?...
– Sylvia Plath
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What thing worthy of love can be found in me?
– Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.
– Girl, Interrupted (Susanna Kaysen)