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~ Saturday, December 31 ~
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As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
— John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men (1937)

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~ Thursday, December 22 ~
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But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road—there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via liquidnight)
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~ Monday, December 19 ~
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~ Saturday, December 17 ~
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~ Friday, December 16 ~
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She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.
Albert Camus (via misswallflower)
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~ Thursday, December 15 ~
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There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear; their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.
— John Updike (via historicalcontext)
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~ Monday, December 12 ~
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You should prefer truth even when it harms you, rather than falsehood even when it benefits you.
— Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib (as)
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~ Sunday, December 11 ~
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via casimirpulaskiday)
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~ Thursday, October 13 ~
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Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.
Joss Whedon (via misswallflower)
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~ Tuesday, October 11 ~
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Nothing is worth more than this day.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via misswallflower)
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~ Friday, October 7 ~
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Life has no meaning a priori. Before you live it, life is nothing, but it is for you to give it a meaning. Value is nothing other than this meaning which you choose.
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness, 1943 (via ruinawish)
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~ Thursday, October 6 ~
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I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all … like an opera.
— William Butler Yeats (via fuckyeahoxford)
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~ Monday, October 3 ~
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Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas—abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken—and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.
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~ Monday, September 26 ~
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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
Mary Oliver (via misswallflower)
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