Divine Despair

I'm Vesna, 30 years old girl from Slovenia with passion for books, poetry and art =) This is a blog exactly about that... About books, poems, quotes and art that got under my skin.

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Books Magic (by nokeek)

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Stories come alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth. Or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. Once someone started to read them, they could begin to change. They could take root in the imagination and transform the reader. Stories wanted to be read. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life.

John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

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When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your good dreams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them.

Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

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For the magic of books (by Bucikah)

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Every time you take one path, you must live with the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen. Decide as seems best, one course or the other; each way will have its bitter with its sweet.

Katherine Arden, The Girl in The Tower

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Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.

Madeleine L’Engle,  A Wrinkle in Time

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“I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.”

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018)

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Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

John Green, Looking for Alaska

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Christmas Book (by Seeds-of-Thought)

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One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

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I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

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Winter Prologue (by bluenozdkitty)

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Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

Anna Quindlen

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I’m still alive

Hello my followers. I haven’t been around here much lately and I started to miss my blog. Since it’s been such a long time I wonder if anyone still follows me and I’m gladly accepting ideas how to improve and renew my blog.

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Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

Margaret Atwood

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Book: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell Pillow: Books and Cupcakes

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He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything.

Isabel Allende, Inés of My Soul