Autodidact, compulsive flâneur, occasional dilettante. Aspiring luftmensch. Das ist eine brotlose Kunst.
“Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.”
– Neil Gaiman - Fragile Things (via thatquote)
“People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.”
– Abraham Hicks (via allegorys)
“Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.”
– Chris Brogan (via creatingaquietmind)
“There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via quotedojo)
“You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, and a pair of arms to curl up in.”
– Sylvia Plath (via wonderingrocks)
“Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.”
– Fear Nothing, Dean Koontz (via wonderingrocks)
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson
“I dream, therefore I exist.”
– A Madman’s Manifesto, August Strindberg (via wonderingrocks)
“I suppose I’ll always be overvulnerable, slightly paranoid.”
– The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath (via wonderingrocks)
“Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power … that has broken you restores a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.”
– Mourning Diary, Roland Barthes (via wonderingrocks)
“Each of us bears his own Hell.”
– Virgil (via quotedojo)
The Book Of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Postcards From No Man’s Land, Aidan Chambers