“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. She read books as one would breathe ether, to sink in and die.”
— Annie Dillard, The Living: A Novel.
(via semperaugustus)
“To be flung into the sea, to be washed hither and thither, and driven about the roots of the world — the idea was incoherently delightful.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out.
(Source: light-essence, via moonissharp)
“Silence: hide yourself, conceal
your feelings and your dreams –
let them rise and set once more
in the abyss of your spirit,
silent, white stars in the night –
wonder at them – and be silent.
How can one’s own heart speak?
How can another know?
Will they see what you live by?
A thought once spoken is a lie:
troubling the streams, you cloud them –
drink from them – and be silent.
Know how to live deep inside –
there’s a universe in your mind
of mysterious thoughts, enchantments:
they’ll be drowned by World outside
they’ll be driven off by daylight –
hear them singing – and be silent!”
— Fyodor Tyutchev (1803 - 1873), ‘Silentium.’
(Source: fyodors, via moonissharp)
“Falling. No becauses.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 20 June 1933.
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via an-itinerant-poet)
“Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloud cover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I’m already under and living with the ocean.”
— Rumi, The Essential Rumi.
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
