December 2011
78 posts
And it was during this period that Madeleine fully understood how the lover’s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn’t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, that most solitary of places.
-The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides
I LOVE YOU ALL
RestInPeace →
My Aunt Barbara passed away last weekend (my mom only told me after my exams, when I got home). We’re flying out tomorrow to attend the funeral. This article was published in the Times Union the day after her passing. She was a truly remarkable woman and very dear to me. I just thought I would share.
“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release… So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love—loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care...
“Battle not with monsters,
Lest ye become a monster
And if you gaze into the...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
“My insides don’t match up with my outsides.”
– Jonathan Safran Foyer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I was trying to describe you to someone
I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before. I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…” I couldn’t say that because you dont look like Jane Fonda at all. I finally ended...
“Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I, my love”
– The Smiths
“Every living creature on earth dies alone.”
– Roberta Sparrow
“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths...”
– Neil Gaiman
“There is plenty of hope. Just not for us.”
– Kafka
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple...
“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
– Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye (via dodeka)
“I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones”
– The Decemberists
This is a real thing! →
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you’re drinking And you spend your life just thinkin’ of how to get away
