Posts tagged "Prose"
  1. Notes: 397 / 11 months ago  from liquidnight
    "I couldn’t live where there were no trees—something vital in me would starve."
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    L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams 

     from liquidnight

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  2. Notes: 374 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "Stuff your eyes with wonder … live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories."
    - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451  from liquidnight
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  3. Notes: 563 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone."
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    Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude 

     from liquidnight

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  4. Notes: 106 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end."
    - Neil Gaiman, American Gods from liquidnight
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  5. Notes: 1276 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know."
    - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest from liquidnight
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  6. Notes: 822 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune."
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    Albert Camus, The First Man

    from liquidnight

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  7. Notes: 269 / 1 year ago  from the-final-sentence
    "When people ask, she will say that her favorite country is one that has not yet been discovered."
    - Madeleine Thien, the-final-sentence of  “Bullet Train” 
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  8. Notes: 369 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth."
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    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

    from liquidnight

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  9. Notes: 238 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."
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    Colette, Freedom

    from liquidnight

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  10. Notes: 5472 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves."
    - Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted from liquidnight
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  11. Notes: 825 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "Stare. It’s the way to educate your eyes. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long."
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    Walker Evans

    from liquidnight

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  12. Notes: 134 / 1 year ago  from proustitute
    "There is much pride and suffering in every renunciation. Instead of retreating discreetly, without a big show of revolt and hatred, you denounce, emphatically and haughtily, others’ ignorance and illusions; you condemn their pleasures. … Suffering and the consciousness of its inescapability lead to renunciation; yet nothing would induce me, not even if I were to become a leper, to condemn another’s joy. There is much envy in every act of condemnation."
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    E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston

    indeed. thanks to proustitute

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  13. Notes: 344 / 1 year ago  from liquidnight
    "The question is not what you look at, but what you see."
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    Henry David Thoreau, Journal, August 5, 1851

    from liquidnight

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  14. Notes: 112 / 1 year ago  from frenchtwist
    "The being I am waiting for is not real. Like the mother’s breast for the infant, “I create and re-create it over and over, starting from my capacity to love, starting from my need for it”: the other comes here where I am waiting, here where I have already created him/her. And if the other does not come, I hallucinate the other: waiting is a delirium."
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    Roland Barthes, Waiting

    from frenchtwist

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  15. Notes: 192 / 1 year ago  from proustitute
    "For me, the word writing is the exact opposite of the word waiting. Instead of waiting, there is writing. Well, I’m probably wrong — it’s possible that writing is another form of waiting, of delaying things. I’d like to think otherwise. … The truth is, reading is always more important than writing."
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    Roberto Bolaño, from a 2002 interview in BOMB, trans. Margaret Carson

    thanks to proustitute

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