25 6 / 2013

"Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass."

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

20 2 / 2013

"You said I killed you… haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!"

Heathcliff - Wuthering Heights (via ladyxboleyn)

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02 1 / 2013

30 12 / 2012

"Writers are desperate people, and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers."

Charles Bukowski (via the-fiercest-fables)

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10 12 / 2012


“They took to silence.  They touched each other without comment and without progression.  A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm.  An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed.  One night they fell asleep, side by side …He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.”

—A.S. Byatt, Possession

06 12 / 2012

"Ich weiz nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daz ich so traurig bin;"


28 10 / 2012

"The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy."

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated March 1820. (via violentwavesofemotion (via caitlin-in-wonderland)

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27 10 / 2012

"She didn’t know whether this was love or not but she knew with all her heart and soul that she wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe for ever."

Scott Fitzgerald, On your own  (via a-sensible-heart)

<3 xxx

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22 10 / 2012

"Llueve. Y el agua cae sin relieve
sobre las piedras, ávidas de lluvia.
Aquí en mi corazón, cómo remueve;
aquí en mi corazón, cómo diluvia."

“Lluvia”, Julia Prilutzky. (via las-otras-puertas)

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19 10 / 2012

"“It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.”
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover "