Anon

“I quote others only in order the better to express myself,” - Matt Haig, ‘How to Stop Time’.

[quotefeeling]

“The ones who hurt us cannot heal us. That’s not the way it works. That’s not the way it ever works.”

— Ashleigh Catibog-Abraham, There’s Nothing Left to Save

[kingofmelancholia]

“There was no difference at all between the richest man and the poorest beggar, apart from the fact that the former had lots of money, food, power, fine clothes, and good health. But at least he wasn’t any better. Just richer, fatter, more powerful, better dressed and healthier. It had been like that for hundreds of years.”

- Terry Pratchett, ‘Guards! Guards!’

[kingofmelancholia]

‘Books bend space and time. One reason the owners of those aforesaid little rambling, poky secondhand bookshops always seem slightly unearthly is that many of them really are, having strayed into this world after taking a wrong turning in their own bookshops in worlds where it is considered commendable business practice to wear carpet slippers all the time and open your shops only when you feel like it. You stray into L-space at your peril.”

- Terry Pratchett, ‘Guards! Guards!’

[typhlonectes]

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All pictures from Pinterest | Quotes from Fall On Your Knees, My Names Is Red, & Thomas Carlyle

[whimsifae]

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno

[lone-nyctophile]

[bebx]

[flowerytale]

Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God

[flowersforfrancis]

[kingofmelancholia]

The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?

Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’

[kingofmelancholia]

I wonder do these men grade their pleasure in terms of whether their actions produce a child or not, and do they consider them more pleasant if they do. It is a question of pleasure after all, and what’s the use debating the pleasure of an ice-cream cone versus a football game - or a Beethoven quartet versus the Mona Lisa. I’ll leave that to the philosophers.

Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’

[kingofmelancholia]

Do you think, do you think, it began. Do you think both of us will die violently someday, be suddenly shut off? But even that question wasn’t definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all. I don’t want to die yet without knowing you. Do you feel the same way Carol? She could have uttered the last question, but she could not have said all that went before it.

Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’

[kingofmelancholia]

I feel I am in love with you, and it should be spring. I want the sun throbbing on my head like chords of music. I think of a sun like Beethoven, a wind like Debussy, and bird-calls like Stravinsky. But the tempo is all mine.

Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’

[kingofmelancholia]

‘Are you a painter too?’

‘No,’ Carol said with another smile. ‘I’m nothing.’

‘The hardest thing to be.’

Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

what do you mean i have to confess my poetic love for you? what do you mean you didn't see me suffering while i was sitting through a storm thinking of dancing with you in it? what do you mean you wouldn't slow dance with me in a burning room? what do you mean you didn't see my nervousness when i typed "i think of you so often, i wish to worship you like you're my goddess." but i backspaced it. what do you mean we cannot kiss until we dissolve into each other? what do you mean you wouldn't get a single hint of how obsessed i am with you, i find your eyes through the crowd, i can sense your presence before you enter a room, i know you deeper than the person you sit with.