October 2011
5 posts
3 tags
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes...
– Anaïs Nin (via imfantasyparade)
August 2011
0 posts
1 tag
December 2009
1 post
Be loved but never love. Attach but never combine. Trip but never fall. To be...
– (via poeticheartache) (via hyperoma)
September 2009
179 posts
But now I’m at home, sitting on a chair, my head drooping lower and lower,...
– Bohumil Hrabal - Too Loud a Solitude
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late,...
– Jane Austen, Perasuasion
He started the whole mess with those ice-blue eyes that kept me begging for my...
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the...
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pedro calderón de la barca, life is but a dream
You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the...
– A Sad Child, Margaret Atwood
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one...
– Woody Allen
This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I...
– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age,...