July 2010
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“All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be,...”
– Aleksander Hemon (The Lazarus Project)
June 2010
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katherinemansfieldproject:
April 1919
To Mrs. Virginia Woolf
I have burned to write to you ever since you were here last. The East Wind made my journey in the train an impossibility; it set up ponds and pools in my left lung wherein the Germs and the Toxins—two families I detest—bathed and refreshed themselves and flourished and multiplied. But since then so many miracles have happened that I...
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“Life, after all, was like air. There seemed to be no way of keeping it out, or...”
– About a Boy by Nick Hornby (via colourmegreenwich)
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“All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone...”
– Ralph Ellison, “Invisible Man” (via allieegee)
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Bloomsbury setting →
vwvw:
Six years ago Jonathan and Caroline Zoob were settled in south-west London with no thought of moving, when a newspaper article caught their eye: ‘How would you like to share your home with 7,000 visitors a year?’ They read on to discover that the National Trust was looking for new tenants for Monks House, the former country home of Leonard and Virginia Woolf. The tenants would live...
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“One must love everything.”
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via vwvw)
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Between Us, Stephen Berg
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It is snowing heavily again. I have been watching it for a long time the way a blind man looks at the world on the back of his eyelids. Something I wanted in my hands is not there, and I hear the soft cry of the flakes approaching. Trapped among branches, it sounds as if I have lost someone and have reached up to find that same whiteness on my mouth, plunging into itself without me.
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“And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except that my...”
– Anne Sexton (via obsessive-scribbler) (via fuckyeahannesexton)
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“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway | A Farewell to Arms (via scyler)
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The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka →
enviousofcreativity:
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly stay in place and was about to slide off...
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“It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way....”
– Claude Monet
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“Suddenly, as if the movement of his hand had released it, the load of her...”
– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse (via daysofreading)
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“Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past...”
– The Four Quartets, No. I: Burnt Norton (via tseliot)
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“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the...”
– October Country by Ray Bradbury (via pinpricks)
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pinpricks:
I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee’s life of the poet. She died young—alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the cross–roads still lives. She lives in you and in me,...
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“Literature is the distillation of all the lives we will never get to live.”
– Jessica Zafra (via neurotikka)
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“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via reeyah)
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Sheep in Fog, Sylvia Plath
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The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells— All morning the Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart.
They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark...
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“Marco’s small, flickering smile reminded me of a snake I’d teased in the Bronz...”
– from The Bell Jar (via lexigold)
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“It sounded like a heavy wooden object falling downstairs, boomp boomp boomp,...”
– from The Bell Jar (via lexigold)
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“I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and saying “Ah!” in an...”
– from The Bell Jar (via lexigold)
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“We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via ishsherylltonog) (via fuckyeahtranscendentalism)
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“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
– Ernest Hemingway
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury!
Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in Thee!
