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Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via wordsnquotes)
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Pablo Neruda, Your Feet (via wordsnquotes)
I enter the throbbing darkness to learn how to become light.
Adonis, from ‘Celebrating Abu Tammam’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via wordsnquotes)
I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)
Wheat Field Behind Saint-Paul Hospital With A Reaper 1889
Vincent van Gogh
Underneath my outside face There’s a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
Shel Silverstein, “Underface” (via wordsnquotes)
She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.
David Nicholls, One Day (via wordsnquotes)
repeat after me: i can and i will. i may not get there right away. i may fail multiple or even hundreds of times. but i am going to pick myself back up and eventually get to the point i want to be at in my life.
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via wordsnquotes)
Ugh.
Bowl With Peonies And Roses 1886
Vincent van Gogh
I did not expect to be me for an entire lifetime. Don Nace