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It is almost spring and I am reading Ulysses on my roof and I am wishing you wonderful days

—Jessie

6:05 pm  55 notes

“I fear those big words which make us so unhappy”

— James Joyce, Ulysses

5:02 pm  144 notes

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-owen

2:30 pm  28 notes

“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.”

— e.e. cummings

2:04 pm  177 notes

“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.”

— William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

2:01 pm  198 notes

“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”

— Franz Kafka, The Castle

1:57 pm  422 notes

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”

— Franz Kafka

1:56 pm  322 notes

“From things that have happened and from things as they exist and from all things that you know and all those you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality.”

— Ernest Hemingway

1:53 pm  136 notes

“Painting must give us the flavor of nature’s eternity. Everything, you understand. So I join together nature’s straying hands. From all sides, here there and everywhere, I select colors, tones and shades; I set them down, I bring them together. They make lines, they become objects – rocks, trees – without my thinking about them. But if there is the slightest distraction, the slightest hitch, above all if I interpret too much one day, if I’m carried away today by a theory which contradicts yesterday’s, if I think while I’m painting, if I meddle, then woosh!, everything goes to pieces.”

— Paul Cézanne

1:49 pm  46 notes

“Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.”

— Ezra Pound

1:45 pm  273 notes

“What art offers is space; a certain breathing room for the spirit.”

— John Updike

6:57 pm  254 notes

“And so love goes. And so life goes. And so I go.”

— Neal Cassady

2:44 pm  397 notes

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