Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
William Faulkner, The Town: A Novel of the Snopes Family (via larmoyante)
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via soundtobeat)
(via teachingliteracy)
King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”
(via ephemeralintoxication)
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via larmoyante)
(via booklover)
The girl looked around the bookshop and took a deep breath. “That smell, I just love it, don’t you?
Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys (via prettybooks)
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It is unfair to ask a woman to leave aside her personal experience and discuss feminist issues in the abstract. You are discussing the stuff of her life. Asking her to “not make it personal” is to ask her to wrench her womanhood from her personhood. Don’t play Devil’s advocate. Seriously. Just don’t.
I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.’
Sylvia Plath
written in 1949 at age 17 (via learningfromthehands)
written in 1949 at age 17 (via learningfromthehands)
