Objet D'art

Everybody loves good quotes.

[thelovejournals]

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End 

[aseaofquotes]

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

[theliteraryjournals]

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[thequotejournals]

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore 

[quotemadness]

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

Augusten Burroughs (via quotemadness)

[wordsnquotes]

I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in betweens.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I love night more than day—she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.

Philip James Bailey, Festus

[wordsnquotes]

Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow - whether there is a market for it or not! The kick of creation is the act of creating, not anything that happens afterward. I would tell all of you watching this screen: Before you go to bed, write a four line poem. Make it as good as you can. Don’t show it to anybody. Put it where nobody will find it. And you will discover that you have your reward.

Kurt Vonnegut

[wordsnquotes]

It made me sad to see your eyes. I cannot say why.

James Joyce, Exiles: A Play In Three Acts

[wordsnquotes]

Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds

[wordsnquotes]

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Franz Kafka

[wordsnquotes]

I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange

[wordsnquotes]

Out of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.

Mark Twain

[deeplifequotes]

Instead of asking why they left, now I ask, ‘What beauty will I create in the space they no longer occupy?’

Rudy Francisco

[wordsnquotes]

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

[wordsnquotes]

Time can’t be measured in days the way money is measured in pesos and centavos, because all pesos are equal, while every day, perhaps every hour, is different.

Jorge Luis Borges,  Brodie’s Report (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Khaled Hosseini