August 2011
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May 2011
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Quotes I liked on Alain de Botton's Twitter page
The reason to travel: there are inner transitions we can’t properly cement without a change of locations.
So many of adult life’s ills can be explained by not having four friends with whom we can gossip and weep living within a two minute radius.
We’d probably work a lot less hard if we could be sure of being liked without any worldly achievements to our names.
Past the age of...
April 2010
2 posts
earlyfrost:
“We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It is as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we are very fortunate, by time itself. There is just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and...
March 2010
6 posts
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:...”
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— Charles Dickens (via casinegro) (via aclockwithouthands)
(via earlyfrost)
“Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and...”
– Henri Frederic Amiel (via beautifulordinaire)
“Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.”
– Emily Dickinson (via ailesgrises) (via libraryland)
January 2010
4 posts
earlyfrost:
“The one thing that everybody wants is to be free…not to be managed, threatened, directed, restrained, obliged, fearful, administered, they want none of these things they all want to feel free, the word discipline, and forbidden and investigated and imprisoned brings horror and fear into all hearts, they do not want to be afraid not more than is necessary in the ordinary business of...
“I needed experience.
How could I write about life when I’d never had a love...”
– The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (via joslee) (via bethbluestocking)
December 2009
2 posts
Joan Didion on leaving New York
“Part of what I want to tell you is what it is like to be young in New York, how six months can become eight years with the deceptive ease of a film dissolve, for that is how those years appear to me now, in a long sequence of sentimental dissolves and old-fashioned trick shots - the Seagram Building fountains dissolve into snowflakes, I enter a revolving door at twenty and come out a good...
November 2009
5 posts
Snow and Bunch Grass Fields
I had a dream last night
Like my first Flying Dream
I am Soaring Above
Black and White
Snow and Bunch Grass Fields
The world is like
Tinsel on a Christmas tree
With that
Same Tingly Feeling
Fly at Night
It’s a long way there
Unless you fly at night
And wake up in the same place
You fell asleep
