“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”

Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via requiemforthepast)
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“The longest distance
is between two people
who loved each other once.”

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“There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.”

Emily Dickinson, “J:1004” (via litverve)
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Oct 18, 2014

“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.”

Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via disease)
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“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via whyallcaps)
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“It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive.”

Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam Books, 1980)
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“I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.”

David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life (via loveless-people)
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“Detachment is not that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you.”

Ali ibn abi Talib (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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