honey sighs

look at this tangle of thorns home main

[meilne]

I think what you have to do is hold on tight and live with that feeling, even if it’s wild and rough, and you feel like you’re on the verge of giving up.

Banana Yoshimoto, Moshi Moshi (via meilne)

[honeysighs]

"That’s how love is,” she used to say. “If the love is true, then treat it the same way you would a plant — feed it, protect it from the elements — you must do absolutely everything you can, but if it isn’t true, then it’s best to just let it wither on the vine."

Strange Weather in Tokyo, Hiroki Kawakami

[honeysighs]

It's all right, it's all right, the day will come when you'll pull out of this.

Moonlight Shadow, Banana Yoshimoto

[meilne]

in a light sleep i saw the one i love; now i hang on this thing they call dreams

 Yukawa Hideki (via milkthistles)

[honeysighs]

夢ぢには あしもやすめず かよへども うつつにひとめ 見しごとはあらず "Though I go to you ceaselessly along dream paths, the sum of those trysts is less than a simple glimpse granted in the waking world." -- Ono no Komachi

[honeysighs]

Love reveals the beauty of seemingly trivial things.

Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People In Love

[honeysighs]

How could I possibly come to terms with that warmth?

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

[honeysighs]

There are some things in this world that can be changed and some things that can't. And time passing is one thing that can't be redone. Come this far and you can't go back. After a certain length of time has passed, things harden. Like cement in a bucket. And we can't go back any more. What you want to say is that the cement that makes you up has set, so the you you are now can't be anyone else.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

[honeysighs]

I feel you there, in every pore.

Jean-Paul Sartre

[honeysighs]

Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.

C.Barzak 

[honeysighs]

All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

Ezra Pound

[honeysighs]

Here and there, on the trees, some leaves remain. And I often stand deep in thought before them. I contemplate a leaf and attach my hope to it. When the wind plays with the leaf, I tremble in every limb. And if it should fall, alas, my hope falls with it.

Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

[honeysighs]

There is poetry written along your cheekbones and songs being sung through your veins. If you open your eyes, you can see that there is a sunrise-promise rising along our horizon, the whispering of something dangerously beautiful.

Megan Madgwick

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 

[honeysighs]

I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.

Woori

[henrycharlesbukowski]

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

Charles Bukowski (via llae)

[honeysighs]

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami