Saturday, February 2, 2013

“While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.”

Ursula K. Le Guin (via literarylust)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013

‘Do dreams come true?’ he asked.

‘Some of mine do,’ said the old man, ‘Some, but not all; and seldom any of them straight away, or quite like they were in dreaming them.’

Roverandom, J. R. R. Tolkien (via missrumphiusproject)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
corsicans:

nice things (par Iwasgonnabeasophomore)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see through it no matter what.”

Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird
Harper Lee (via iwasdrunkwheniwrotethis)
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013

“That is a good book it seems to me, which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.”

Louisa May Alcott (via larien-vardamir-arcamonel)
Wednesday, January 30, 2013

boomitsnialler:

take a deep breath and repeat after me:

  • i am not a letter grade
  • i am not a gpa
  • i am not a statistic
  • i am not just a student
  • i am good at something
  • i am more than what an institution tells me i am
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013

“The joy of being alone, eating the honey of words.”

Robert Bly, in “Morning Poems” (with thanks to mitochondria)
Tuesday, January 29, 2013

“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.”

Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via pavorst)
Tuesday, January 29, 2013

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.”

J.D. Salinger (via frompariswithlove93)
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
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