December 2011
225 posts
“How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
“My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via atomiclanterns)
“Widow, the compassionate trees bend in,
The trees of loneliness, the trees of...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Widow”
“Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen...”
– Rumi
“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou
“Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love.
It...”
– Rumi (via latikaaaa)
