March 2012
“We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via thenocturnals)
“I no longer know who I am. I cannot recognize myself in the mirror.”
– Maurice Leblanc, The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsène Lupin (via frenchtwist)
“…all of us are instruments
recording the heart,
playing its jealous and...”
– from - The Mirror of a Day Chiming Marigold - Diane Wakoski (via squeasel)
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via moldavia)
“Lovers, Lunatics and poets are all made of the same stuff.”
– Bhagat Singh (via thefreenomad)
“All night I hear
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to...”
– Chard deNiord, from “This Ecstasy”
via proustitute (via frenchtwist)
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time....”
– Dream for an Insomniac (via quote-book)
“The flesh is easy to satisfy. It’s the heart that is insatiable, the heart that...”
– Irène Némirovsky, Fire in the Blood, p. 127 (via masochisticbeauty)
