Tuesday, 28 May 2013

He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you. Jeffrey Eugenides

Saturday, 18 May 2013

I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts

But it is the kind of thing she likes to actually do? No. Because she knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned: leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots. John Green, Paper Towns

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen all of my thoughts of you, bullets through rock and through

The world will break your heart ten ways till Sunday. That’s guaranteed. I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else, but guess what? Sunday it’s my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy. Silver Linings Playbook, Matthew Quick

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Is it easy to keep so quiet? Everybody loves a quiet child, is it easy to seem so grand? Wanna be alone in la-la-life

You tell me you’re waiting to find someone who isn’t so hopeless but there’s no one, you’re fireproof I wish I was that way

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the time of cholera

So I wont let the flowers grow into the deep below oh, would you forget me now? Still small voice of calm it's the blame into my arms

Summer, and he watches his children's heart break. Autumn again and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough. Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

And everybody was gone you were standin' in the street 'cause you were tryin' not to crack up, it wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea

When I read the actual story—how Gatsby loves Daisy so much but can’t ever be with her no matter how hard he tries—I feel like ripping the book in half and calling up Fitzgerald and telling him his book is all wrong, even though I know Fitzgerald is probably deceased… You can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there’s no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you.
Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook

Saturday, 4 May 2013

All the people wanna try you girl and I hope you tell them where to go cause I've got so much here to offer girl oh I love you more than you can know

And get an A in the taxi, A in the restaurant, get ten out of ten.
Get an A in the kitchen and an A in the bedroom, I get ten out of ten.
You make it out of nothing and turn it into something and give it to you all for free, I'll be a model pupil tonight, babe I wanna get ten out of ten. Paolo Nutini