(…) all my nerves stood upright, flushed, electrified (whats the word?) with the sheer beauty - beauty abounding and superabounding, so that one almost resents it, not being capable of catching it all, & holding it all at the moment.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated Sunday 3 August (1924)

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nbcdevotee:

"I’d much rather be a woman than a man" (Gilda Radner)

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Toni Morrison, Sula

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Toni Morrison, Sula

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Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
If you can still see how you could have once loved a person, you are still in love; an extinct love is always wholly incredible.
Michael Chabon

Such happiness, to be alone. To see the hot late-afternoon light on the sidewalk outside, the branches of a tree just out in leaf, throwing their skimpy shadows. To hear from the back of the shop the sounds of the ball game that the man who had served me was listening to on the radio. I did not think of the story I would make about Alfrida— not of that in particular— but of the work I wanted to do, which seemed more like grabbing something out of the air than constructing stories. The cries of the crowd came to me like big heartbeats, full of sorrows. Lovely formal-sounding waves, with their distant, almost inhuman assent and lamentation.

This was what I wanted, this was what I thought I had to pay attention to, this was how I wanted my life to be.

Alice Munro, “Family Furnishings” from Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage (via malletmouth)

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theparisreview:

How I Would Paint Happiness
Something sudden, a windfall,a meteor shower. No—a flowering tree releasingall its blossoms at once,and the one standing beneath itunexpectedly robed in bloom,transformed into a strangertoo beautiful to touch.
—Lisel Mueller, from “Imaginary Paintings.”Art: Guido Cadorin.

theparisreview:

How I Would Paint Happiness

Something sudden, a windfall,
a meteor shower. No—
a flowering tree releasing
all its blossoms at once,
and the one standing beneath it
unexpectedly robed in bloom,
transformed into a stranger
too beautiful to touch.

Lisel Mueller, from “Imaginary Paintings.”
Art: Guido Cadorin.

zenpencils:

STANLEY KUBRICK answers a question

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Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.
Richard Silken (via aplethoraofquotations)

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"hallelujah for knowledge and for the honor of language and ideas and books."

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