“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst.”
—Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa” (via fernsandmoss)
(Source: awritersruminations, via fernsandmoss)
“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.”
—Lemony Snicket (via vashti)
“ever tried. ever failed. no matter. try again. fail again. fail better.”
—samuel beckett
(via shomei)
“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.”
—Haruki Murakami, ”South of the Border, West of the Sun” (via sexualfreek)
“It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.”
—Haruki Murakami (via lepoissonvolant)
