thezeroquotes:

“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via meineluft)

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heavenverging-deactivated202111:

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books-n-quotes:

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large. I contain multitudes” -Walt Whitman

lifeinpoetry:

“Girls like us betray translation.”

— — Rebecca Salazar, from “COUNTDOWN,” sulphurtongue

paper-fairy:

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 

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bluebeardsbride:

“The man in ecstasy and the man drowning — both throw up their arms.”

— Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (translated by Eithne Wilkins and Ernst Kaiser)

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thehoneypieblog:

“I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.”

— W. B. Yeats

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funnytwittertweets:

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philosophyquotes:

“In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is. Say what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make-believe.”

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden