December 2009
29 posts
“One day, my dear,
you stop and look around you,
find yourself stuffing needs into a sack of thoughts,
realize you have talked your life to pieces,
scratched your self to bits,
that neither hope nor doubt
can protect you,
that you are not mistaken,
that you haven’t lost your grip –
it is dissolving.
Now you can speak about everything silently.” —
you stop and look around you,
find yourself stuffing needs into a sack of thoughts,
realize you have talked your life to pieces,
scratched your self to bits,
that neither hope nor doubt
can protect you,
that you are not mistaken,
that you haven’t lost your grip –
it is dissolving.
Now you can speak about everything silently.” —
Terrance Keenan, “St. Nadie in Winter”
Via crashinglybeautiful and Whiskey River
“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”
—
J.D. Salinger (The Catcher in the Rye)
Via rememo
“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache” —
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache” —
Pablo Neruda
Via fatalistichues and quote-book
