violentwavesofemotion:

“Gently, dreamily, quietly.”

John Masefield, from The Collected Poems; “Sorrow of my Death,

declanlynch:

.。・:*:・ S U M M E R   B O O K   R E C S  ・:*:・。. (◕ ˬ ◡✿)

♥ = standalone    ★ = series    ✿ = poetry 

“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.”

“Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?” 

“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”

  • Circe - Madeline Miller ♥

“You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see.” 

“Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three” 

When I was little I had a top
that spun on its point.
A lot of kids had tops,
I guess they spun them.

“She drifted towards the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.”

“Before being technical, science is visionary.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.” 

“People couldn’t become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.” 

“She had hair the colour of’ blackmail, a spine as straight as a guillotine, and a face that could sink ships.” 

“There’s so much world and sea and salt and
what I want to know is how much does it frighten you?
How much does it make you shake?” 

maajenka:

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness

madamj:

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

ravcnsclaw:

“Pansy washed her hands in cold water. She felt guilty, on bad days, for hot sips of tea. She was supposed to be cold. That was the point of her, a sharp edge, a chill down your spine. She was unkind. She couldn’t run away from that, the cruel barbs she’d spat out all her life. She was turning them other places now, useful ones, instead of easy targets, but this was still her life. Her core held no light.” - ( ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson by dirgewithoutmusic )

hunams:

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

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