the girl with no country
the only thing that matters is the understanding that everyone matters.
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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats
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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.
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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats
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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.
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“There is silent and long-suffering sorrow to be met with among the peasantry. It withdraws into itself and is still. But there is a grief that breaks...”
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The Relativity of Time
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Gold
I buried our love
in the backyard
with a hatchet—
it’s still there;
it’s grown into
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Posts tagged "quotes"
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.
Dostoevsky (via apostlepaulbunyan)
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What more do you want? Why do you still stand confronting me, after all this? Why are you worrying me? Why don’t you go?
The Underground man to Liza
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From the Underground
It is a sleight of hand, a bit of juggling, a card-sharper’s trick, that it is simply a mess, no knowing what and no knowing who, but in spite of all these uncertainties and jugglings, still there is an ache in you, and the more you do not know, the worse the ache…
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From the Underground
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking.
John Maynard Keynes (via uninspiredmusings)
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When you have chemistry, you only need one other thing. Timing.
Robin Scherbatsky (via adriennecatherine)
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Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final.
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via leotolstoy)
It’s a curious reflection: what are people most afraid of? Of doing something new, saying a new word of their own that hasn’t been said before—that’s what scares them most.
It was this intolerable sense of feeling and understanding so much, and yet living on a plane of social reality where the look of a world which one did not make or own struck one with a blinding objectivity and tangibility, that made me grasp the revolutionary impulse in my life and the lives of those about me and far away
Richard Wright, Native Son
We all defend the role we play.
And you, liar, teller of tall tales: you trample the Lord’s commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn the sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song…
Nikos Kaztantzakis, “The Last Temptation of Christ”
Jack, I swear -” he said, though Jack had never asked him to swear anything and was not himself the swearing kind.
Annie Proulx, “Brokeback Mountain”
Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It’s simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything.
Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment.
