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“Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.”
— Patrick Rothfuss
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via perfectquote)
That’s all I can do. I’ll keep at it and hope it gets better.
Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via quotefeeling)
“Unbody me–I’m tired–and get me home.”
— Ralph Hodgson, excerpt of “The Moor”, from Eve, And Other Poems (1913) (via antigonick)
“I leave the house, I walk the streets, get melancholy, and come home again,”
— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Tytus Woyciechowski c. September 1830
I’ve been taking long walks in the woods on my own,
Louise Labé, tr. by Jean Morris, featured in “I Became Alone; Five Women Poets,”
“I am gathering skies like a madwoman–”
— Olga Orozco, from Engravings: Torn from Insomnia: “A Face In Autumn,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
because you are never satisfied I swallow my own grief eat yours whole
— Christine Taylor, from “Wasteland,” published in RogueAgent
“The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.”
— Richard Siken (via quotemadness)
“To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers”
— Pablo Neruda, first line to “Love,” Book of Twilight, trans. William O’Daly (Copper Canyon Press, 2017)
“Am I in love?—yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
“I didn’t know yet how wanting to die could be a bloodsong in your body that lives with you your whole life.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“This place [this landscape] has become the form of my work, its discipline, in the same way the sonnet has been the form and discipline of the work of other poets: if it doesn’t fit it’s not true.”
— Wendell Berry, from “Notes from an Absence and a Return,” in A Continuous Harmony: Essays Cultural and Agricultural (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1972)
“I am alone. I am nothing but a faint noise. I have several noises inside me.”
— Tristan Tzara, tr. by Paul Auster, from Selected Verses; “Approximate Man,”
“It’s true I made a feast of my own misery I invited everyone the whole gang / We ate only flowers it was my misery after all”
— Emily Skaja, from “[Remarkable the Litter of Birds],” Brute
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
— Bram Stoker, Dracula (via books-n-quotes)
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing”
— Charles Bukowski