October 2011
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.”
—Charles Simic (via misswallflower)
“Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.”
—Jerry Spinelli (via danseurs)
“I am certain that in some curious way they communed with the stars in the heavens, not only in thought, but in some actual, living way.”
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Dostoevsky, “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man” (trans. David Magarshack)
“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”
—C.S. Lewis (via corona-borealis)
“It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit their and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite…”
—Stephen Chbosky (via aeloquence)
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
—Maya Angelou (via misswallflower)
