Alma

[literaturequotesblog]

—Claude Monet

[almabennet]

“What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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“One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

[amare-ancora]

[listentothestories]

Michelle Catherine

[gifshistorical]

JANE AUSTEN · (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817)

─ Works & Publication Dates:

     ❦ Sense and Sensibility, 1811      ❦ Pride and Prejudice, 1813      ❦ Mansfield Park, 1814      ❦ Emma, 1815      ❦ Northanger Abbey, 1817/1818 (posthumously)      ❦ Persuasion, 1817/1818 (posthumously)      ❦ Lady Susan, 1871 (posthumously)      ❦ Sanditon, 1925 (unfinished, posthumously)

[romantic-musings]

[happyheidi]

Time to bring back handwritten letters. x

[somecunttookmyurl]

there is a tendency with history, i think, because we're so far removed from it, to kind of forget that all of the people were people

a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words "this is very high" 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries... milennia... ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying "i was here". a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.

every human being across history has said "i was here. i lived. i loved. i made something. i laughed. i cried. please do not forget me"

[almabennet]

“All your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?”

― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

[almabennet]

“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.

It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”

― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

[almabennet]

“Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”

― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

[almabennet]

“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

[momentsinreading]

“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.” –Neil Gaiman

[almabennet]

“What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?" "Of course I am." "Why?" "Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

[almabennet]

“Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.”

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love