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    …because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.
    – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via liquidnight)

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    The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray…

    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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    I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
    – Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke (via liquidnight)

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    It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the mélancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most enriching things about traveling.
    – Gustave Flaubert, from a letter written to Louis Bouilhet, June 2, 1850
    From The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857 (via liquidnight)

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    I couldn’t live where there were no trees—something vital in me would starve.
    – L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (via liquidnight)

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    She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon … it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.
    Anaïs Nin, Snowdrops of winter … crocuses of spring, from Aphrodisiac (via frenchtwist)

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Virginia Woolf,The Waves.

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    Virginia Woolf,The Waves.

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    Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.
    – Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via liquidnight)

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    It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.
    – David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via liquidnight)

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    Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.
    – Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936
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    I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.
    – Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via liquidnight)

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    She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
    – Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via liquidnight)

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    I wrote the story myself. It’s about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.
    – Mae West (via liquidnight)

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    I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.
    – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via liquidnight)

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    It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for…
    – Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Volume One: Swann’s Way (via liquidnight)

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