Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life- that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via classicsreader)
I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.
— Patrick Rothfuss (via wordpainting)
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via weaverofstars)
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, you must at least once in your life doubt, as far as possible, all things.
— Descartes, Discourse on the Method