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“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”Jack Gilbert

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There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.

Paulo Coelho

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

Jack Kerouac

Having seen how lucidly and logically certain madmen
justify their lunatic ideas to themselves and to others,
I can never again be sure of the lucidness of my lucidity.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.

Steve Irwin

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I don’t know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don’t want to be her anymore.

Gayle Forman

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.

William Least Heat-Moon

'You,' he said, 'are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.'

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.

Diriye OsmanFairytales for Lost Children

Some people think it’s holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it’s letting go.

Sylvia Robinson

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