(Source: practicalfancy)
“What was missing in me, Rilke knew.”
—Anne Michaels, from “Modersohn — Becker”, in Miner’s Pond (via growing-orbits)
XIV
And what did the rubies say
standing before the juice of pomegranates?
Why doesn’t Thursday talk itself
into coming after Friday?
Who shouted with glee
when the color blue was born?
Why does the earth grieve
when the violets appear?
— Pablo Neruda, Book of Questions
(via hy-dra)
“Everything’s already been said, but since nobody was listening, we have to start again.”
—André Gide
“She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.”
—Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
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nitsirknerual: Hans Zimmer- Time (We Plants Are Happy Plants Mix)
(via rememo)
“ “It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.” ”
—Wallace Stevens, American Modernist poet (1879-1955), cited in David Madden, A primer of the novel, Scarecrow Press, 1980, p. 192. (via amiquote)
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