February 2012
If I cannot sing, then
make me mute. Or lend me
words, send me
the taste of...
– Dilruba Ahmed, from “Petition” (via proustitute)
BROWN PENNY
I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till...
Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why I adore the night (via mirroir)
January 2012
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been....
– Eve Ensler (via misswallflower)
The wind plays with our hair; it plays with our words and thoughts.
– Erich Maria Remarque
December 2011
Love is distinct from desire… Because its aim is not satisfaction, but being.
– Jacques Lacan, Seminar I, trans. John Forrester (via proustitute)
I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not...
– T. S. Eliot (via bookoasis)
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
– Thomas Merton (via libraryland)