No lie in her Fire

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? - sylvia plath

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for. Reality dwelling in what one saw and felt, but did not talk about…‎” - Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

[melodykatchermusings]

[tat-art]

“You are crucified by your own limitations. Your blind choices cannot be changed; they are now irrevocable. You have had chances; you have not taken them. You are wallowing in original sin; your limitations. You cannot even decide to take a walk in the country: you are not sure whether it is an escape or a refreshing cure from cooping yourself in your room all day. You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blinding alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately, cutting off your grip on creative life. You are becoming a neuter machine. You cannot love, even if you knew how to begin to love. Every thought is a devil, a hell - if you could do a lot of things over again, ah, how differently you would do them! You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors.”

—

from a diary entry on Tuesday - 18th November 1953

featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[understands]

[wnq-music]

But as long as I love you I am not free.

Bob Dylan, “Abandoned Love “ (via wordsnquotes)

[themindmovement]

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Donald Winnicott (via themindmovement)

[themindmovement]

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music— the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

Henry Miller  (via themindmovement)

[themindmovement]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky.

Jack Kerouac (via themindmovement)

[minuty]

Don’t explain. People only hear what they want to hear.

Paulo Coelho (via minuty)

[fyp-philosophy]

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

(via fyp-philosophy)

To see with the heart, beyond conditions, is to be at war with the mind, at times. To feel conflicting emotions - all at once - of the pain in loving another, despite logic or reason, combined with the overwhelming beauty of one's own capacity to love unconditionally; yet not cease.

This, for me, is to feel God living within; emerging as the light that shines through the cracks of a heart that keeps breaking. Time persists and the love grows.

- dp

[fyp-philosophy]

If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.

Voltaire (via fyp-philosophy)

Profound yet simple...

[thequotejournals]

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)

[victoriousvocabulary]

BIBLIOMANIA

[noun]

an exaggerated preoccupation with the acquisition and ownership of books; an extreme passion for books.

Etymology: from Greek biblion, “book” + mania, “madness”.

[Aykut Aydoğdu]

[victoriousvocabulary]

RAPT

[adjective]

1. deeply engrossed or absorbed.

2. transported with emotion; enraptured.

3. showing or proceeding from rapture.

Etymology: from Latin raptus, “carried away”, from rapere, “to seize”.

[Brooke Shade - Rapt / motion by Dora Wednesday]

[melodykatchermusings]

Beautiful! 

[melodykatchermusings]

To the gypsy That remains She faces freedom With a little fear Well I have no fear I have only love

She is dancing away from you now She was just a wish And her memory is all that is left for you now

Lightning strikes Maybe once maybe twice And it all comes down to you

I still see your bright eyes bright eyes

And I've always loved you And it all comes down to you It all comes down to you

Fleetwood Mac - Gypsy (partial lyrics)

[melodykatchermusings]

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain

Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

[melodykatchermusings]

“Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive - it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

[melodykatchermusings]

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. ―

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath