monsters fall in love too

a bit of dark, ethereal art (mostly literature). what life is really about.

[megairea]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End: VI; Twentieth Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)  

[stay-close]

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

— Charles Bukowski, The Difficulty of Breathing

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.” - Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups

[poems-and-word]

[juansendizon]

“I want to be alone, but I wasn’t created to adapt to loneliness.”

— Juansen Dizon, Introversion

[quotespile]

“His voice is low and soft, a piece of silk you might keep in a drawer and pull out only on rare occasions, just to feel it between your fingers.”

— Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

[poems-and-word]

“How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via books-n-quotes)

[stellar-atlantis-deactivated201]

[poems-and-word]

“Everyone lives three versions of themselves; a public life, a private life and a secret life.”

— Lauren Beukes, Broken Monsters (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via books-n-quotes)

[the-book-diaries]

“When dealing with myself I am powerless.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

[quotemadness]

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”

— Terry Pratchett

[quotemadness]

“In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[booksquotelife]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems of M. T.; “Poem of the End,”

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

ocean vuong, ‘someday i’ll love ocean vuong’

[ID: “& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.” end ID]

[the-book-diaries]

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”

— George Orwell, 1984