December 2011
Listening for Echoes: I do not love you as if you... →
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; …
As I move through time, things change. I change, the world changes, the way the...
– Charlie Kaufman (via searchinganswers)
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Poznavao sam jednog čoveka koji je za svaku stvar koju on nema ili ne razume...
– Ivo Andrić, Znakovi Pored Puta (via danilova)
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Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s...
– Haruki Murakami (via asp3n)
I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy....
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via liquidnight)
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
– Milan Kundera (via vapidheart)
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not...
– Charles Bukowski (via briewiththehair)
Love is my insides all messed up.
– Ernest Hemingway (via fleurishes)
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me...
– Charles Bukowski (via andwhisper)
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The scriptures are headier than the strongest wines.
– Plexus, Henry Miller (via fulgurous)
God is the same everywhere.
– Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via 2murgatroyd)
I am not trying to seem resistant to influences. I merely note that I have...
– Samuel Beckett on reading Kafka, from The Letters of Samuel Beckett 1941-1956 (via)
It just so happens that something inside her has physically shaken my heart. So,...
– 1Q84 (via murakamiquotes)
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via darkcanuck)
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via planb-becomeapirate)
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