Quote for Today: Richard Yates
The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while …
The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while …
Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station. ―Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the …
It’s not getting from A to B. It’s not the beginning or the destination that counts. It’s the ride in between…This train is alive with things that should be seen …
Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier? Fair as is the gliding sloop on …
The word itself has another color. It’s not a word with any resonance, although the e was once pronounced. There is only the bump now between b and l, the …
It was a rambling, incoherent dream without any setting. All that was there was a feeling of being in motion. Aomame was ceaselessly moving through time and space. It didn’t …
“Once you know that you have a voice,” Louis said, “it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.” ―Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four …
What do I make of all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down? The texture of the world, its …
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken …
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very …
