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âiâm human, okay?â
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (via the-book-diaries)
âWe can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.â
â Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via quotespile)
âWe travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything.â
â â Jonah Lehrer
Iain Thomas | @wnq-quotes
âWe have everything we need to be happy but we arenât happy. Something is missingâŠâ Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
When I am with you, there is nowhere else Iâd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
David Levithan (via quotemadness)
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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, itâs all a male fantasy: that youâre strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you arenât catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending youâre unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via quotespile)