She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via hrsvt)

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While we are looking for the antidote or the medicine to cure us, that is, the ‘new’, which can only be found by plunging deep into the Unknown, we have to go on exploring sex, books, and travel, although we know that they lead us to the abyss, which, as it happens, is the only place where the antidote can be found. Roberto Bolaño (via observando)

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But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that moment, it’s not due to any ability of ours to pierce the darkness, it’s the world’s brief bestowal. The catastrophe of grace […] We think that change occurs suddenly, but even I have learned better. Happiness is wild and arbitrary, but it’s not sudden.

In Michaela’s favourite restaurant, I lift my glass and cutlery spills onto the expensive tiled floor. The sound crashes as high as the skylight. Looking at me, Michaela pushes her own silverware over the edge.

I fell in love amid the clattering of spoons… .

Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via letters-to-nobody)

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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. Lord Byron (via splitterherzen)

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We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement. Hermann Hesse (via alesthetique)

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