plein de vie

:: a summer project ::

[thequotejournals]

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray  (via thequotejournals)

[theliteraryjournals]

We’re talking about the novel, right? But maybe we’re not. We’re talking about ourselves. And I guess that’s what can start to happen when you talk about a book.

Meg Wolitzer, Belzhar  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t think all writers are sad. I think it’s the other way around —– all sad people write.

Lang Leav, Sad Girls (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

livsnjutare

(noun) An untranslatable Swedish word, livsnjutare is defined as someone who deeply loves life and aims to enjoy it to the extreme. (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.

Vincent van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human  (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world.

Dalton Day, Interview by Banago Lit  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

Shel Silverstein, Everything On It (via thelovejournals)

[aseaofquotes]

Chris Cleave, Everyone Brave is Forgiven

[thelovejournals]

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

Warsan Shire (via thelovejournals)

[pollyflorence]

rereading a favourite book, scribbling in my journal + dreaming of autumn ♡

[thequotejournals]

…Writers remember everything…especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory.

Stephen King, Misery  (via thequotejournals)

[piecesofgrace-blog1]

I had a dream about you last night. 

I had just said goodnight to my love, and kissed him goodbye. He was kind and drowned me in his Russian accent. 

I turned, and your tired eyes brightened when they met mine.

“When did you get back?” I gasped. 

“Just now,” you closed the gap between us, your strides motivated by a confidence I had never seen in you before.  

“I missed you,” your bent down and kissed my cheek.  

Every startled fiber in my body started at the words. I could only whisper, “I missed you too.” I was surprised by my reassuring tone, as if I were trying to convince you that I never left you for another, that I never left nor would I ever leave you.

I woke up realizing I missed you. And sometimes you’re not in love with the people you still miss. 

[fyp-philosophy]

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

Benjamin Franklin (via fyp-philosophy)

[wordsnquotes]

But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.

Mitch Albom, For One More Day (via wordsnquotes)

[piecesofgrace-blog1]

and what if i did fall? what if a story happened and it began when two people met at a lunch table after the leftovers and the crumbs of laughter had been swept away? what if it started at callbacks in the fall and a remembrance of my name that made all the difference? if people are poetry, maybe i'll find you in the stanzas.

march 10th // maybe i’ll find you in the stanzas