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aisherk · 1 year
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'in a world myriad as ours, the gaze is a singular act: to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.'
_Ocean Vuong
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aisherk · 2 years
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"Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, even upon a dreamer's fancy."
_Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier
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aisherk · 2 years
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"there is no one day that clearly marks when winter ends and spring begins. Spring hides inside winter. We notice it emerging with our eyes, our skin and other senses. We find it in new buds, a comfortable breeze and the warmth of the sun.it exists alongside winter."
_Toshikazu Kawaguchi
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aisherk · 2 years
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"And he knows now that he has to be careful: he has tasted anger, and he knows he has to control it. He can feel it, waiting to burst from his mouth in a swarm of stinging black flies. Where has this rage been hiding? he wonders. How can he make it disappear?"
_a little life by Hanya Yanagihara
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aisherk · 2 years
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"He was frightened of everything, it sometimes seemed, and he hated that about himself. Fear and hatred, fear and hatred: often, it seemed those were the only two qualities he possessed. Fear of everyone else; hatred of himself."
_Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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aisherk · 2 years
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"And with the imagination of a writer, every noise becomes a threat."
_Collen Hoover, Verity
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aisherk · 2 years
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"the past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again."
_Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier
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aisherk · 10 months
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"why could people like himself never see such things unless they were pointed out first by someone else?"
_ two solitudes, Hugh Maclennan
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aisherk · 2 years
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I did care. . .
I did say everything I thought
In the mildest words I knew. And now, . . .
I have to say I am relieved it is over:
At the end I could feel only pity
For that urge toward more life.
. . . Goodbye.
_Galway Kinnell.
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aisherk · 1 year
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For those who are near to you are far, you say, and this shows that distance begins to grow round you. And when your nearness is far, then your distance is already among the stars and very great; be glad of your growing, into which you can take no one else with you.
And in the man too there is motherhood, it seems to me, physical and spiritual; his begetting is also a kind of birth-giving, and it is birth-giving when he creates out of his innermost fullness.
-letters to a young poet, Ranier Maria Rilke
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aisherk · 2 years
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"I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul."
_Dracula, Bram Stoker.
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aisherk · 1 year
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Thus the enchantment of rhythms and tales began to inhabit you.
You went far away and were bewildered by the torn thread between reality and
imagination, between war narrated and war witnessed.
_ Mahmoud Darwish
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aisherk · 1 year
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'they say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it.'
_Ocean Vuong
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aisherk · 2 years
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_Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier
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aisherk · 2 years
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"I'm lonely," he says aloud, and the silence of the apartment absorbs the words like blood soaking into cotton.
_a little life, hanya Yanagihara
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aisherk · 2 years
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Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her. ("When I was a girl," she had once told a friend, "I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough...")
Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
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