December 2011
40 posts
“The place she was standing on seemed to him an unapproachable shrine, and there was a moment when he was on the verge of leaving, he was so filled with fear. He had to make an effort and reflect that all sorts of people were passing around her, and that he might have come there to go skating himself. He stepped down, avoiding a long look at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her,...
dancingbearsandpaintedwings asked: What do you think your daemon would be?
Florence + The Machine, All This And Heaven Too
“Good little girls ought not to make mouths at their teachers for every trifling offense. This retaliation should only be resorted to under peculiarly aggravated circumstances.
If you have nothing but a rag-doll stuffed with sawdust, while one of your more fortunate little playmates has a costly China one, you should treat her with a show of kindness nevertheless. And you ought not to...
“When I’m eighty years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be...”
– Alan Rickman
Adele, Someone Like You
“I don’t know about ghosts, but I do know that our souls can be made to go outside our bodies when we are alive. A very easy way to feel ‘em go is to lie on the grass at night and look straight up at some big bright star; and, by fixing your mind upon it, you will soon find that you are hundreds and hundreds o’ miles away from your body, which you don’t seem to want at all.”
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“My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to there—and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge...
“Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces…Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
-Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird
Oh heavenly! My Lula came today.
Thus sharply did I learn how much longer I was to have of him. Strange that a little boy can give so much pain. I dropped his hand and walked on in silence, and presently I did my most churlish to hurt him by ending the story abruptly in a very cruel way. ‘Ten years have elapsed,’ said I, ‘since I last spoke, and our two heroes, now gay young men, are revisiting the wrecked...