February 2012
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“I fell asleep, slipping into the kind of dreams that aren’t dreams at all — just memories with all the details you never thought you’d remember and couldn’t believe you’d forgotten.”
— Paige Harbison
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even.””
— Francesca Lia Block
“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing...
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“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
— Maya Angelou
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
— Charles Bukowski (via alightthatnevergoesout)
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“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of...
“And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
“A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity when, for a few brief seconds, the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh, it’s as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull...
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“For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying — what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.”
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway