February 2012
37 posts
I am only responsible for my own heart. You offered yours up for the smashing,...
– Anaïs Nin (via durianquotes)
Some times people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make...
– The Fault in Our Stars, John Green (via alisonclare31)
Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain wilful exaggeration of the...
– Alain de Botton, Essays in Love (via turningandturning)
I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.
– David Foster Wallace (via 4mbivalent)
The flesh is easy to satisfy. It’s the heart that is insatiable, the heart that...
– Irène Némirovsky, Fire in the Blood, p. 127 (via intracoastal-wanderings)
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Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love,...
– John Green (via kevinidentity)
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
– Jorge Luis Borges (via assassinsdoitfrombehind)
Whatever we say
we know there is another
language under this one
– W. S. Merwin, from “To the Tongue” in Present Company (via proustitute)
I do not remember what I told you
with your ear in my teeth.
– Dean Young, from “Selected Recent and New Errors” (via proustitute)
I liked you from the first. I admire you so much that I think it will be a great...
– Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via bookmania)
I put out my hand and the dark falls through it
– W. S. Merwin, from “Before That” (via proustitute)
T Magazine: Literary Heirs →
It’s a boom time for belles-lettres.
Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you...
– “errata” by Charles Simic (via imaginationexists)
ABC
I’ll never find out now What A. thought of me. If B. ever forgave me in the end. Why C. pretended everything was fine. What part D. played in E.’s silence. What F. had been expecting, if anything. Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well. What H. had to hide. What I. wanted to add. If my being around meant anything to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.
- Wislawa Szymborska
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
– Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives (via fsgbooks)
Ada stood with her back against the back of a tree, like a beautiful spy who has...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor (via kitandport)
January 2012
52 posts
In New York from a rooftop in Chinatown
one can see the sci-fi bridges and...
– Terrance Hayes, New York Poem
It’s possible of course, especially when you’re young, to read a book and take...
– James Salter (via oliveryeh)
What poet did you think was so great when you were pure?
– Grace Paley, Later the Same Day (via eightysevens)
Anti-Love Poem
elsewards:
Sometimes you don’t want to love the person you love you turn your face away from that face whose eyes lips might make you give up anger forget insult steal sadness of not wanting to love turn away then turn away at breakfast in the evening don’t lift your eyes from the paper to see that face in all its seriousness a sweetness of concentration he holds his book in...
A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.
– Lana Turner (via rulesformyunbornson)
If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets...
– John Steinbeck (via rulesformyunbornson)
For all that has been — Thanks. For all that shall be — Yes.
– Dag Hammarskjold (Thank you, dhammanovice)