December 2009
87 posts
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree....
– Lewis Carroll (via paulhabeeb)
Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman’s...
– Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince (via windsweptribbons)
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another...
– The Hours, 2002
Go on.. but trick us again child, and your suffering will be legendary even in...
– Hellbound: Hellraiser II, 1988
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees...
– Neil Gaiman, American Gods
I’m astounded whenever I finish something. Astounded and distressed. My...
– Text 152 of Fernando Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left...
– Jean Ingelow
See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with...
– Robert McCammon, Boy’s Life
One rule of dating - never give it all up front; Always leave them wanting more.
After not doing anything with the guy except sleeping over / cuddling, I jumped out the window the minute he was out the room this morning.
See, I’m an enigma and just when he thinks he’s got me figured out, I do something shocking and outrageous and it just makes him all the more interested. (via earthtoben)
If he put up with being annoyed by her there was only one explanation for it....
– Glen Pourciau, Belly (via paulhabeeb)
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best...
– Jean Ingelow, Afternoon at a Parsonage
‘One thing that always worried me,’ she said slowly, smiling at Warren, ‘there...
– Joyce Carol Oates (via suzywire)
“Perhaps it was a slight attack of insanity after all. There is no longer any trace of it left. The peculiar feelings I had the other week strike me as quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them. This evening I am quite at ease, with my feet firmly on the ground.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
One has the impression that every pearl is waiting for the touch of her skin to...
– Jean Taburiaux
…he said ‘It’s all in your head,’ and I said,...
– Fiona Apple, Paper Bag lyrics
What was astonishing to him was how people seemed to run out of their own being,...
– Philip Roth, American Pastoral (via paulhabeeb)
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew,...
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant
Maybe we only exist in each other’s dreams and every morning when we wake up we...
– Audrey Niffenegger (via suzywire)
I remember thinking “we communicated through touch” implied some light as a feather divining of her cogitations, as if through mere contact I would be able to read her thoughts, but now I realize that it’s far more human than that - I push, explore, sate and you express pleasure or displeasure, and we learn about each other…..