Verba Volant, Scripta Manent

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[scriptaalteripse]

Into the dark I go....

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary”

[macrolit]

“Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.”

— Philip Roth (b. 19 March 1933)

[macrolit]

“I am reminded of the famous limerick: There was a young man from Stamboul, Who soliloquized thus to his tool: You took all my wealth And you ruined my health, And now you won’t pee, you old fool.”

— Slaughter-house Five, Kurt Vonnegut

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just… start.”

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo

[toastbutteregg]

[type-ho-negative]

[allthingsmajick-blog]

bibliophilicwitch

[feral-ballad]

What a terrible, messy thing to be given a heart.

Alison Kronstadt, All the muses I’ve been

[ladyrue]

Plants and books 📖🍀

[macrolit]

“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”

— William Faulkner (b. 25 September 1897)

[musterniillustrates]

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

[variablejabberwocky]

#ngl I felt this when we were crossing the mountains into and out of California#i felt it in my *soul*: ‘These mountains EAT people–and are as indifferent about that as my own teeth are about chewing’#it was the strongest prey-fear I’d ever felt in my life

[siir-poesia]

[metamorphesque]

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

[a-ramblinrose]

“I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business.”

— Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

[book-quotes-and-moodboards]

...no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away – until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.

Reaper Man (by Terry Pratchett)

[macrolit]

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist! Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms…”

— John Keats