August 2011
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“Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo....”
– Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
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“When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
– Wislawa Szymborska, Three Oddest Words (via rainsofcastamere)
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“All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains. Every single...”
– Nightwish — The Beauty Of The Beast (via a-mahr)
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“It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via venebelle)
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“Throw the emptiness in
your arms out into that space we breathe; maybe birds...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, The First Elegy (via sleepinginthesnow)
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“As if the blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in...”
– Albert Camus, The Stranger (via lastwaltzinvienna)
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“The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of...”
– Paul Verlaine, Chanson d’automne, (Poèmes saturniens, 1866)
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“The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it...”
– William Carlos Williams, “The Hurricane” (via proustitute)
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“The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader...”
– On Writing | Stephen King (via lifeofliterature)
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“Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via lastwaltzinvienna)
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Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
Edgar Allan Poe
In February 1847, Poe’s young wife Virginia died of consumption. Poe was devastated by her death and penned these words.
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