I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion – can you understand that? ― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain. (Chinook Publishing, April 1st 2011) Advertisements
Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you–sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you… Continue reading Lauren Oliver
For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the inkpot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing. — Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th… Continue reading Virginia Woolf
Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar. ― Jim Butcher, Dead Beat. (Roc; English Language edition, May 2, 2006)
The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply. — Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. (Anchor June 1, 1991) Originally published 1988.
It is better to be feared than loved. ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland #1-2) Signet Classics; Signet Classics edition (December 1, 2000) Originally (first published 1872.
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time. — Jorge Luis Borges, from “The Threatened”, The Book of Sand [El Libro de arena] (1975)