she dealt her pretty words like blades...: Archive

March 2010

“

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,

Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, —
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.

” —Emily Dickinson

“There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.” —All The Pretty Horses, Cormac McCarthy (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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“Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.” —

How To Be Good, Nick Hornby (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

this one hurts coz its true

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“All I’d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.” —Just Listen, Sarah Dessen (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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“

if you can’t get through it

you can listen to it.

” —

i am

so incredibly lonely.

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“When you’ve finished getting yourself ready in the morning, you must go get the planet ready.” —Le Petit Prince

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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.” —Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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“Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still. ” —Peter Pan / By. James M. Barrie (via idaydream)

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audreymann:

All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. But this time it happened in London. It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him.

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