February 2010
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From a letter Kafka wrote to his friend:
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“We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”
A God that can be understood is no God. Who can explain the Infinite in words?
– w.somerset maugham (via maisaraa)
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...
– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos) (via ryannjoy) (via brokenmachine) (via thingsgohazy) (via antemeridian)
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I love Beirut sfm.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret...
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I am what I feel and think and do. I want to express my being as fully as I can...
– Sylvia Plath (via thelovelybones)
Realising that I do have a copy of Orwell’s Animal Farm means that I don’t have to get a copy/borrow it at the library (yay) but this just adds to my ever growing pile of books that I’ve yet to read (nay).