The whisper of the inter-voice to wrap you in the mantle of marvelous power,...– Philip Lamantia, from Romantic Movement (via frenchtwist)
But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.– Federico García Lorca, Romance Sonambulo (via frenchtwist)
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe...– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays (via crashinglybeautiful)
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a...– Morrissey (via frenchtwist)
crashinglybeautiful: Say you promise to be at your desk in the evenings from seven to nine. It waits, It watches. If you are reliably there, it begins to show itself - soon it begins to arrive when you do. But if you are only there sometimes and are frequently late or inattentive, it will appear fleetingly or it will not appear at all. Why should it? It can wait. It can stay silent a lifetime....
The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own.– Fernando Pessoa (via frenchtwist)
What’s the bravest thing you ever did?” “Getting up this morning, he said.– Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via frenchtwist)
Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.– Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, translation by Edith Grossman (via frenchtwist)