March 2012
54 posts
Predatory Wasp Observer: “A writer is... →
crashinglybeautiful:
“A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with...
All fruits by Moniza Alvia
What shall we do but find that legendary tree
where all fruits hang? Such variety!
Papaya, melon, apricot and pear
on the same branch, sweetening the air.
We’ll sit and gaze at amber, green and gold –
no better place to watch the days unfold.
The leaves make music in the silver rain
which lights them up and stops and falls again.
All night the peaches, oranges and plums
glow like...
One’s work may be finished someday, but one’s education never.
– Alexandre Dumas (via libraryland)
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
– Haruki Murakami (via littlewonder)
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves...
– Willa Cather (via corium)
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via libraryland)
Creativity is intelligence having fun.
– Albert Einstein (via libraryland)
Writing is a consequence of having been ‘haunted’ by material. Why this is, no...
– Joyce Carol Oates (via libraryland)
Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without...
– Raymond Chandler (via libraryland)
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
– Roald Dahl (via Swanfeather Songs)
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Deep rivers run quiet.
– Haruki Murakami, Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via wordswrittenoff)
You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming.
– Pablo Neruda (via veejjang)
Unpolished: amberafternoons: My heart is pounding,... →
amberafternoons: My heart is pounding, pacing impatiently in the vaults of my chest, fervently wishing that she’d answer but dreading what would come next. I raise the phone to my ear, hoping that, with each heavy breath into the receiver, it would come to life with her voice. I wait for a…
You can tell a lot about someone from their bookmarks. For the reader, they...
– The Secret Lives of Bookmarks (via bookriot)
The young need discipline and a full bookcase.
– Vivienne Westwood (via curried-mango)
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for...
– Margaret Atwood (via libraryland)
Sudden Light →
eating-poetry:
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s...
You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?
– Jodi Picoult (via seabois)
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i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life)the true time of year-
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or...
Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn’t...
– K. Vonnegut (via fruitfulpetrichor)
Listen— are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
– Mary Oliver (via libraryland)
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Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also...
– Unknown (via fawun)
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