May 2011
91 posts
I can never read all the books I want
I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.
I can never train myself in all the skills I want.
And why do I want?
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited
Sylvia Plath
“I’m a bookish type which means I sort of run like a duck and I’m...”
– Marieke Hardy
But there's a kind of vanity in thinking you can nurse the world.
There's a kind of vanity in goodness.
“And you — you’re such a mixture of being much older than you are and...”
– Madeleine L’Engle
“Edna O’Brien: A short story writer whose works often revolve around the...”
– Wikipedia
Dangerous, Faker
Untrodden lands, ice drifts and peaks of snow
Frozen hands, white cliffs and undertow
Don't blame me, that now I'm letting this go
I've been asking, I've been asking
How could I know?
In the carpark you came onto me
How could I know?
Then I realise you're as good as it gets
So why do I feel like your love is dangerous?
Don't blame me, that now I'm letting this go.
“I love the danger in distance.”
Seeker Lover Keeper
I think I’m in love with missing you
More than I’m in love with you
That’s why I go away all the time
That’s why I travel the world and roam free...
I got a secret
I think I was born to be in a state of longing
Born to be wanting wanting
I love the danger in distance
This time I’m leaving you
Do not be afraid of showing your affection.
Be warm and tender, thoughtful and affectionate. Men are more helped by sympathy, than by service; love is more than money, and a kind word will give more pleasure than a present.
John Lubbock
“And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.”
– Jimi Hendrix (via misswallflower)
“People should be getting hard, strenuous, intellectual exercise from their...”
– Howard Jakobson
Yet to Elizabeth-Jane it was plain as the town-pump that Donald and Lucetta were incipient lovers. More than once, in spite of her care, Lucetta had been unable to restrain her glance from flitting across into Farfrae’s eyes like a bird to its nest.
The Mayor of Casterbridge
An Education
David: Do you go to concerts?
Jenny: No. We don't believe in concerts.
David: Oh, I assure you, they're real.
Is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke I know too much It’s over now And not enough … Is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush?
