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“All is imaginary – family, office, friends, the street, all imaginary, far away or close at hand, the woman; the truth that lies closest, however, is only this, that you are beating your head against the wall of a windowless and doorless cell.”

Franz Kafka (via blackestdespondency)

“She has done an outrageous thing, but she doesn’t feel guilty. She feels light and peaceful and filled with charity, and temporarily without a name.”

Margaret Atwood, from “Hairball,” Wilderness Tips (via lifeinpoetry)

“We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

“Those with
a calm veneer
have not been
fully acquainted
with their insanity;

not yet, anyway.”

Noor Shiraziethe madness gets to us all eventually. (via aestheticintrovert)

“Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.”

Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via violentwavesofemotion)

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lapitiedangereuse:

“On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says,
 ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’

from a note by Max Brod, early 1911

“I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.”

(via unabashinglyme)

“Crois-moi, il n’est rien de plus beau que de réaliser des idées folles. Je voudrais que ma vie ne soit qu’une suite d’idées folles.”

Kundera, La valse aux adieux (via sdbeauvoir)

Le chagrin ne vous change pas, il vous révèle.

Nos étoiles contraires (2013)
Citations de John Michael Green

(via lecafedeflore)

“Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.”

Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality (via mitochondria)

“We are silhouettes, hollow phantoms moving mistily without a background.”

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

metaphorformetaphor:

"It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours."

Henri Barbusse, The Inferno (Star Publishing, 2012)

“L’authenticité exige qu’on accepte de souffrir, par fidélité à soi, par fidélité au monde.”

Jean-Paul Sartre, Carnets de la drôle de guerre (via sdbeauvoir)

“Telle est la vie des hommes. Quelques joies, très vite effacées par d’inoubliables chagrins. Il n’est pas nécessaire de le dire aux enfants.”

Marcel Pagnol (via laceremoniedesadieux)

“You have access in my bone and existential structure. […] Which means you are inside of me in a way no one is or shall ever be. Don’t ask me how I know that. My senses belong passionately to you; you are in me as the relaxing shower drops touch gently my skin; you are in me as the sea waves echo when they crush the beach rocks. You are in me when I lie — as I do now — in bed, paralyzed by the sluggish, dull rhythm of life. You are the air in me delightfully nourishing my small brain, so crammed with unusual perplexities. You are in me like a stillborn pain refusing to be washed off. You are in me like the sun’s spots of quivering light merged with whirling blood and flesh. You are in me in these supposed to be ‘poetical’ corny lines. And I know it will never be enough. I live with knowing that in a way which is not profound anymore; In a cruel, real, remorseless way of no return. How pathetic — I live with solely that.”

Frida Kahlo, From a diary entry titled, “You are me” dated 1940  (via petrichour)