Steady steady... there's life

[theclassicsreader]

No-one is anything.

James Joyce, Ulysses (via theclassicsreader)

[on-the-precipice]

[marzgotsoul]

[nprfreshair]

“Love is like the lightning. Love is where you find it. Your maturity, I think, is signaled by the depth or the extent to which you’re going to accept the dangers and the power and the beauty of love.”

–James Baldwin, speaking with Terry Gross in 1986 

[wordsnquotes]

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays (via wordsnquotes)

[theblogginggoth]

By Czeck writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!

[luthienne]

As for my connections with people — I feel more or less like a reed blown about by the winds of my habits — my affections — the things that I am — moving it seems — more and more toward a kind of aloneness — not because I wish it so but because there seems no other way.

Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Jean Toomer, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)

[thursday]

[nerdymomstuff]

‘creative captions for old-timey books’ by SnideOctopus

[catsofinstagram]

From @diana_chernevich #catsofinstagram [source: http://ift.tt/2jJ4Q7t ]

[teachingliteracy]

[watchoutforintellect]

I go, I go away, I walk, I wander, and I wander to no purpose…everywhere I go I bear my shell with me, I remain at home in my room, among my books,

Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Age of Reason (translated by Eric Sutton)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I don’t know how to begin — don’t know that I have anything to say — Only all inside I’m crazy and I don’t know what over — how — why or anything — just don’t know anything — It’s something tingling to my very fingertips that I feel almost burns folks — The queer over-sensitiveness toward everyone — feeling and seeing with them all even more keenly than usual — I feel like a curse to everyone I talk to — I feel like a fire-cracker — Your little girl — a piece of fast-burning wood — Hot — moving — easily put out. I wouldn’t mind dying when I feel like this…

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[highreevecain-deactivated202502]

Twitter thread to find the links to articles: https://twitter.com/lkherman/status/828691715938729985

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Only on the way home in the dark — I remember looking round over the empty plains — And thinking in sort of a forlorn way — Where is someone to think like I think — It was only a moment — You know — I’m just living — I just sort of plunge from one thing into another — so often — so very much afraid — And you feel like something that protects me — something I want to be very close to.

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[bjennymontero-deactivated201708]

[kaledm]

I feel personally attacked

[sasscatball]

Gandalf: Let the ringbearer decide

Frodo: We will go through the mines

[Gandalf screaming internally]: [in a calm voice] so be it

[littledallilasbookshelf]

Voltaire and Rousseau - Glasgow, Scotland