Dance Cause You Must, Love Out of Lust

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Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?

David Baldacci, The Camel Club (via bookoasis)

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I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not the spoken kind; I’ve often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper. And I suppose, in a sense, that’s what I do, for I’ve hundreds of the other sort, the friends contained within bindings, page after glorious page of ink, stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their joy, that take me by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great terror and rapturous delight. Exciting, worthy, reliable companions…

The Distant Hours by Kate Morton (via thebookishdark)

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We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via bookoasis)

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bookoasis:

Oudemanhuispoort Book Market in Amsterdam.

(by Michael Sean Terretta)

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There used to be someone
to whom I could say do you
love me and be sure that the
answer would always be yes;
there used to be someone to
whom I could telephone and
be sure when the operator
said do you accept the charges
the answer would always be yes;
but now there is no one to ask
no one to telephone from the
strangeness of cities in the
lateness of nightness now there
is no-one always now no-one
no someone no never at all.

Can you imagine what it is
like to live in a world where
there is no-one now always no
no-one and never some some-
one to ask do you love me and
be sure that the answer would
always be yes? I live in a world
where only the billboards are
always they’re twenty feet tall
and the circle the city they
coax and caress me they heat
me and cool me they promise and
plead me with colour and comfort
you get to sleep with me
tonight (the me being ovaltine)
but who wants to get to sleep
with a cup of ovaltine what
kind of sleep is that for some-
one who used to have someone
to ask do you love me and
be sure that the answer
would always be yes?

Miriam Waddington, Someone Who Used to Have Someone (via grammatolatry)

(Source: theoryoflostthings, via grammatolatry)

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I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Virginia Woolf, Night And Day (via acoustic-funeral)

(Source: divine-despair, via bookville)

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(Source: hellxo, via bookville)

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if we are lonely
it might be because
          we let go too soon
          or hung on too long
          maybe
          we walked too far or
          we didn’t walk far enough or
          we should have run
          or stood still
          either
          we asked the wrong question
          or planted the wrong answer
          and winds soothe
          when they should be tearing
          and night teases
          when it should come strong
          and we are lonely
          together apart together away
          we are needing to give
          as much as we are needing to get
if we are lonely
it might be because
          there is not one thing
          that reaches so far
          nor stretches so wide
          as empty
          as empty.

Kathleen Novak, Reasons Why (via grammatolatry)

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I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.

Abigail Reynolds, Pemberley by the Sea (via bookoasis)

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Dance Cause You Must, Love Out of Lust

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