Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
“He must have known I'd want to leave you."
"No, he must have known you would always want to come back.”
“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?”
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” -Nietzsche
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" "I don't want to grow up."
Humans of New York
"'Cause growing up is awfuller
Than all the awful things that ever were.
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up,
No sir,
Not I,
Not me,
So there!"
Thursday, July 25, 2013
“Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit."
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
The New Yorker
“Maybe if I’m choosy about what I read on my longish interborough commute, the right guy—one with superlative taste who’s curious enough to make a move—will be drawn to me by the tractor beam the open book in my hands emits …
I’ve reviewed my journals, made a list of the most attractive qualities of potential soul mates past (setting aside their less desirable traits—e.g., substance addiction, monomaniacal narcissism, commitment phobia), and distilled it into archetypes of the charming men I hope to meet, if fate wills it, somewhere in the New York City public transit system."
Steinbeck
"Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a stage with only yourself as audience.”
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Searching in the easy silence for a dry
“After
our kisses are caught and released back into the wild,
our mouths
stagger away,
still anesthetized,
still searching in the easy
silence
for a dry,
flat place to start
stacking words
again.”
-Peregrine
I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive.
“She
puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I
have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space
between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot
bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been
starving. I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have
kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a
minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how
soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did
not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever."
-Picoult
Monday, July 15, 2013
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
“She
looked up at him as he took a step toward the door; she looked at him
without the slightest idea as to what was in his head, she saw him
take another step in slow motion, turn and look at her again, and she
wanted for a moment to hold him and devour him, wanted his mouth, his
ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.”
Nayyirah Waheed
“She asked, ‘you are in love, what
does love look like?’ To which I replied, ‘like everything I’ve
ever lost came back to me.’”
Thursday, July 11, 2013
"To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them."
"Take time to read it slowly to yourself or out loud. I don’t have Hamlet’s wit (or Shakespeare’s of course) but every logical or doubtful step from line to line expresses better how hard I thought about the advantages and cursed (as I thought) disadvantages against suicide. The speech, for the most part, stayed my hand. As it did Hamlet’s." -Stephen Fry
Peregrine
“Let
it come, the night—
I can take it all, right now,
burn it to
the ground
and you, beneath it,
I can love you into ash
and
make the sun rise red.”
Wallace
"...He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals
It will undo him.”
Lysander Anderson
“i. in our minds, you
and i
made gods out of ourselves,
but when i wanted to
run, i found
the match you used
( i didn’t know
you’d already made
a god in my image )
ii. the flames danced
a dance of
blood and ichor
iii. “come.
( when did we begin to
bleed gold )
stay,” you said
“watch the world
burn;
i set it all
alight for
you.”
Define heaven
“I heard somebody define heaven once,” she said, looking at Pearl, “as a place where, when you get there, all the dogs you ever loved run to greet you.” -Robert B. Parker
There was no love like his.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Sorrow
“Sorrow
prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your
house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow
leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can
grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots
hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your
heart, far better things will take their place.” -Rumi
I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
“I
am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I
looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss
like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more
scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of
the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to
come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This
is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold
me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press
promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets
to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to your scars. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I
have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have
finally,
finally found you.
And
I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I
know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you in all your
cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you
burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into
my lap
, your body broken into a thousand questions --
you are the
most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are
a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane." -Clementine von Radics
Lovers by love
“They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love." -Gregory Maguire
Augusten Burroughs
“Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow
stars
down your throat
until
you are so full
of
light.”
Exigencies of the body
"If big breasts were the markers of sexuality and fertility, what was left for small-breasted women? Actresses like Katharine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn ... represented something quite different. They were not symbols of sex, but of upper-class elegance. It was as if they were above the exigencies of the body."
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