“… there was always a confused place where her dream died away.” - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
“She shut her eyes, and the pulse in her head beat so strongly that each thump seemed to tread upon a nerve, piercing her forehead with a little stab of pain.” - Virginia Woolf, The Voyage...
“I wanted to write a book. But where are the words? all the meanings have been exhausted.” - Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
913days : > “I cried to think of a savage cynical fate which had made it > impossible for my love ever to be used by you …” > > - Carrington in a letter ...
“And whether you like it or not, I belong to you.” - Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via kafkaesque-world )
“I loved her, and could not but long to have her come; but I loved her, and not a soul must know it - not even she. It would be a torture, I thought, to have to sit beside her at my father’s...
“whenever I had to leave town she kissed me away” - Charles Bukowski, “Kissing me away”
aseaofquotes : > — Henry Miller
“I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.” - Clarice Lispector, A Breath Of Life
“… as I lay in my bed; and, as anyone will tell you who has been secretly in love, it is in bed that you do your dreaming - in bed, in the darkness, where you cannot see your own cheeks pink,...
“… and I never once grew tired of her.” - Sarah Waters, Tipping the Velvet
“When I see her… it’s like -I don’t know what it’s like. It’s like I never saw anything at all before. It’s like I am filling up, like a wine-glass when it’s filled with wine. S...
“your thoughts more white than wool My thought is sorrowful: but my heart smote in trembling thirds of anguish quivers to your words” - E. E. Cumming
“and I could feel my soul dropping down through the mattress” - Charles Bukowski, “the night I was going to die”
“you think life is rotten if somebody treats you rotten it all fits, doesn’t it? tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a piece of shit?” - Charles Bukowski
“waiting in a life full of little stories for a death to come” - Charles Bukowski
“In the isolation of her life, she transferred into that childish head all her sparse, shattered illusions.” - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
“A heavy downpour. Stand and face the rain, let its iron rays pierce you; drift with the water that wants to sweep you away but yet stand fast, and upright in this way abide the sudden and endl...
“There was no Purple suitable — You took it all with you —” - Emily Dickinson, from “ ” (via proustitute )
“restless days and sleepless nights always fighting with all your heart and soul so as not to fail at living.” - Charles Bukowski, my song