January 2012
71 posts
Roots.
The truth is, no one wants to know you unless you lie. The truth is, only the people who push aside sanity will really know you.
“When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration...”
– Chase Brooks (via katyjean)
“Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and...”
– Leo Tolstoy (via despero)
“The word soul is immortal, but the picture is painted on an uncurved surface....”
– Rosmarie Waldrop, from Blindsight (via proustitute)
“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for...”
– Haruki Murakami (South of the Border, West of the Sun)
“Ark of our passion, inflaming
A hummock of dark, as with torches,
When your...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Leviathan,” trans. Ben Belitt (via proustitute)
“The days grow and the stars cross over
And my wild bed turns slowly among the...”
– Muriel Rukeyser, “Darkness Music” (via awritersruminations)
“He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were...”
– Victor Hugo (via ademptio)
“I wanted not so much to say as be said to—roaring sonar… elastic alphabet…...”
– Aaron Shurin, from “In the Dome” in Citizen (via proustitute)
“Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of...”
– T. S. Eliot, from “Choruses from the Rock” (via proustitute)
“There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives...”
– Philip Larkin, from “Love, We Must Part Now” (via proustitute)
To Do part Deux
I need to lose weight. And not wear that yellow stripped sweater. Because I like look I ate myself. I also, need to learn how to let go.
“It is all very well our loving people, the pain of losing them, when in our...”
– Marcel Proust, Albertine disparue, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
Headed North.
It’s not about loss, it’s about redirection.
