3:33pm "I want to be warm and tender and alive. I want to make a move. But you know how afraid I am – It’s like a dream. You want to move but can’t. Your legs and arms are as heavy as lead. You try to talk but can’t. I’m afraid of humiliation. It’s an everlasting misery. I’ve accepted the humiliations and let them sink into me. Do you understand? It’s terrible to be a failure. People think they have the right to tell you what to do. Their well-meaning contempt. That brief desire to trample on something living. I’m dead. No, that’s wrong. Melodramatic. I’m not dead at all. But I live without self-respect. I know – it sounds ridiculous, pretentious. Most people have to live without a sense of self-esteem. Humiliated at heart, stifled and spat upon. They’re alive, and that’s all they know. They know of no alternative. Even if they did, they’d never reach out for it. Can one be sick with humiliation? Or is it a disease we’ve all caught? We talk so much about freedom. Isn’t freedom a poison to anyone who is humiliated? Or is that word a drug the humiliated use to be able to endure? I’m past living with this. I’ve given up."
The Passion Of Anna, dir. by Ingmar Bergman (via violentwavesofemotion)

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10:41am "

the day after you stole my heart
everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you, with you

and now you’re hiding in my soup
and this book reveals your face

"
am - fire and thud
8:47am "I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won’t."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)
8:01am whitepaperquotes:

Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Ritika 

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Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Ritika 

12:12pm aseaofquotes:

Douglas Coupland, Life After God

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Douglas Coupland, Life After God

12:12pm "I think…if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts."
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)
12:11pm "I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

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12:09pm "We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via the59thstreetbridge)

(via man-of-prose)

12:06pm "I’ve always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.
Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,
I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.
I was never convinced of what I believed in.
I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.
Words were my only truth.
When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been."
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via whyallcaps)

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9:32pm "Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…"
 William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via wordsnquotes)

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