“With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don’t see much else that can nurture human life. I’m still too young to know much about love and friendship. But Art… if I had more time to live, Art would be my whole life. Well, when I say Art, don’t get me wrong: I’m not just talking about great works of art by great masters. Even Vermeer can’t convince me to hold life dear. He’s sublime, but he’s dead. I’m referring to the beauty that is there in the world, things that, being part of the movement of life, elevate us.”
— The Elegance of the Hedgehog - Muriel Barbery (via tomorrowsparties)
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“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
— Jack Kerouac (via larmoyante)
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“The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed.”
— Factotum, Charles Bukowski (via optimistsdaughter)
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“From now on: see if this is possible: set alarm for 7:30 and get up then, tired or not. Rip through breakfast and housecleaning (bed and dishes, mopping or whatever) by 8:30… . Be writing before 9 (nine), that takes the curse off it.”
— Sylvia Plath’s daily routine resolution. (via explore-blog)
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“She laughed. It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh. I watched her face.
‘You are sweet,’ she said.
‘No, I’m not.’
‘Yes. You are a dear. I’d be glad to kiss you if you don’t mind.’
I looked in her eyes and put my arm around her as I had before and kissed her. I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered. I held her close against me and could feel her heart beating and her lips opened and her head went back against my hand and then she was crying on my shoulder.
‘Oh, darling,’ she said. ‘You will be good to me, won’t you?’”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via saisonlune)
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“Mists of tenderness enfolded mountains of longing.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via easymomentsandobsession)
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“I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.”
— Benedict Smith (via benedictsmith)
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“Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: ‘What does his voice sound like?’ ‘What games does he like best?’ ‘Does he collect butterflies?’ They ask: ‘How old is he?’ ‘How many brothers does he have?’ ‘How much does he weigh?’ ‘How much money does he have?’ Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, ‘I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves at the roof…,’ they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, ‘I saw a house worth a thousand francs.’ Then they exclaim, ‘What a pretty house!’”
— The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via adieufranz)
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“People were buying cigarettes before Freud was born.” Don Draper’s Best Lines
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The films of Marilyn Monroe | 1953 - 1961.
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Brigitte Bardot on the set of Le Mépris (1963, dir. Jean-Luc Godard).
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