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She had wanted to say: I don’t know what you require of me, but I’ll try to do it, to be it.
Iris Murdoch, The Unicorn (via antigonick)
It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
E. M. Forster, A Room With a View (via antigonick)
Steve getting punched for saying Bucky’s his friend
— Jinan Safko
You’re in love with impossibility.
Sophocles, from Antigone (translated by Robert Fagle)
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Milton, John. Paradise Lost. (via mirroir)
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn (via halloweinee)
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via murmurrs)
that corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year? or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via ameliespoulain)
I. When I was trying to quit smoking and we drank white wine from Mason jars, you called my freckles cocoa powder and I called your green eyes celery. II. I am learning how to be a grown-up who pays bills, cooks her own meals, and doesn’t cry at words likeI think I just want to be friends. III. The truth is this: Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via nationalpopleagues)
She looked just like a painting dying to speak.
Aeschylus, Agamemnon (via jaded-mandarin)
veins; flowing with molten sunlight and liquid gold, shone through his skin like jewellery. he was a king adorned by riches within himself, gifted with the eyes of an angel. people would touch him and recoil, singed by his beauty. even thieves could not bring themselves to cut him open to steal his blood, for he was priceless whole and just a speck was not enough
dust city royals: extract || e.v (via petrichovr)
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If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via iliacl)
The day before I would have said: “There aren’t two sides”; that day I said, “No, I’m with you, Sebastian contra mundum.”
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via iliacl)
“We all long for Eden & we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature is still soaked with the sense of exile.”
J.R.R. Tolkien (via mytreasurealways)