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Welcome to my quote blog ^.^ you can find my main blog and tutorial blog in my links!! I created this blog really to just reblog all the quotes I like if i ever want to go back and read through them or use them in the future. Don't expect regular updates, but feel free to follow, as i'll occasionally reblog zodiac quotes!! Thank you <3

[fromthelighthouse]

Anne Sexton, You, Doctor Martin.

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“I feel extremely low when I wait for people, need people, cling to people, look around for people: that only thickens the dark cloud hanging over me and makes me feel myself a villain;”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter Lou von Salomé written c. December 1911

[orwell]

There is a cult of ignorance in the United States and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that ‘my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge’.

Isaac Asimov (via orwell)

[wordsnquotes]

One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.

Conor Oberst (via wordsnquotes)

[yesterdaysprint]

The Fool-Killer, Pores Knob, North Carolina, June 1, 1925

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“Don’t abuse a kind heart. You may never be offered one again.”

— Pokello Nare (via deeplifequotes)

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“The moon has set and the stars have faded, midnight has gone, long hours pass by, pass by; I sleep alone”

— Sappho, Sappho: Poems & Fragments (via cactuslungs)

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[finita-la-commedia]

My love, I seal you with six kisses: eyes, mouth… and the others I shan’t tell you.

Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977), from a letter to Vera (2 July 1926)

[finita-la-commedia]

I want to say something but shame prevents me

Sappho, from “If Not, Winter” (via finita-la-commedia)

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And here I am kissing you, my tenderness. I am kissing everything that could be called you, yours … Do you want me to write twice a day ?

Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977), from a letter to Vera (25 July 1926)

[finita-la-commedia]

Your songs         are the impossible ruins         that keep the hours on turn.

Soham Patel, from “Mixed with always” (via finita-la-commedia)

[finita-la-commedia]

I hear my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell, as if my hand were at its throat… . I myself am hell; nobody’s here —

Robert Lowell, from “Skunk Hour” (via finita-la-commedia)

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And silence again.

Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977), from “Winter night”  (via finita-la-commedia)

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Be careful of words […] they can be both daisies and bruises.

Anne Sexton, from “Words” (via finita-la-commedia)

[finita-la-commedia]

On Mars the sunset is blue. Imagine that next time you’re watching it here.

@poetastrologers (via finita-la-commedia)

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If it is winter in the book spring surprises me     when I look up

Mary Ruefle, from “Nothing Like the Earth” (via finita-la-commedia)