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Wednesday, 22 January 2014

To have it all and still want more, one thing's for sure we're all getting older, so we take a lover waiting in the corner

Sometimes an old photograph, an old friend, an old letter will remind you that you are not who you once were, for the person who dwelt among them, valued this, chose that, wrote this, no longer exists. Without noticing it you have traversed a great distance; the strange has become familiar and the familiar if not strange at least awkward or uncomfortable, an outgrown garment. And some people travel far more than others. There are those who receive as birthright an adequate or at least unquestioned sense of self and those who set out to reinvent themselves, for survival or for satisfaction, and travel far.
A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Cause I'm a supersoaker red, white, and blew 'em all away, with the kisses unclean as the words that you say, I don't mind sentimental girls

"Your laughter is like cool water to me," I said. I felt my heart sob at these strange words, and it would not have been hard to summon tears: Strange. "You are so serious all of a sudden," she told me. "I am not any one thing," I said. The Sisters Brothers, 
Patrick deWitt

Monday, 13 January 2014

I love the quiet of the night-time when the sun is drowned in the deathly sea, I can feel my heart beating as I speed from the sense of time catching up with me

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Saturday, 11 January 2014

And in the end were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love can heal our brokenness

Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere; sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore. Stefan Zweig, The Post-Office Girl

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes - and you're left the same as you begun

I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound...
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs... 
out of the arms of one love 
and into the arms of another 
it's not pleasant to die on the cross,
it is much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in
the dark.
Bukowski

Monday, 6 January 2014

Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away

it is much more pleasant to forget a love which didn't
work
as all love
finally
doesn't work...
it is much more pleasant to make love
along the shore in Del Mar
in room 42, and afterwards
sitting up in bed
drinking good wine, talking and touching
smoking
listening to the waves...
Bukowski

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now I was just getting used to living life without you around, you always said I held you way too high off the ground

The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours. It is an amazing journey, and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins. Bob Moawad
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