December 2011
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“By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it....”
– Franz Kafka (via bassington)
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But love – love is believing there is someone more real than yourself.
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Sudden Light
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turn’d so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our...
“His first really fine poem is ‘Alastor’. It is written in blank...”
– from “The Child’s English Literature” by H. E. Marshall (1909)
“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the...”
– Ian McEwan, Atonement
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“Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.”
– Franz Kafka (via hyacinthos)
