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the idea that we are
so capable of love
but still choose
to be toxic
Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur (via classicbooks101)
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
Haruki Murakami (via man-of-prose)
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man.
T.S. Eliot (born on this day in 1888)
These October days are to me a little strained and surrounded with silence. What I mean by this last word I don’t quite know, since I have never stopped ‘seeing’ people—No, it’s not physical silence; it’s some inner loneliness—interesting to analyse if one could.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. October 1931 (via violentwavesofemotion)
If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one’s chances of survival increase with each book one reads.
Sherman Alexie (born on this day in 1966)