April 22nd, 2014
This week I’ve been reading a lot and doing little work. That’s the way things ought to be. That’s surely the road to success.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via larmoyante)
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)
Small talk makes me feel the way I do when a mosquito is buzzing around my head — irritated — and then finally unable to get any relief I just slaughter the damn thing. I slaughter the moment by saying something real.
April 17th, 2014
I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via larmoyante)
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.
Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via larmoyante)