bluelilybird

[bluelilybird]

Suffering is part and parcel of extensive intelligence and a feeling heart.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via freelance-philosopher)

[bluelilybird]

The world must be romanticized, in this way the original meaning may be found again.

Novalis

[bluelilybird]

You never realize how lonely you are until it's the end of the day and you got a bunch of things to talk about and no one to talk to.

Unknown

[bluelilybird]

I still love the people I've loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Uma Thurman

[bluelilybird]

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

Jennifer Donnolley

[bluelilybird]

Just remember that, sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are...

— John Green, Paper Towns

[bluelilybird]

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you're worth.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

[bluelilybird]

One of the most difficult things to think about in life is one's regrets. Something will happen to you, and you will do the wrong thing, and for years afterward you will wish you had done something different.

— Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

[bluelilybird]

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch

[bluelilybird]

Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time.

Jean-Michel Basquiat

[bluelilybird]

The trouble with letting people see you at your worst isn’t that they’ll remember; it’s that you’ll remember.

Sarah Manguso

[bluelilybird]

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.

Jack Kerouac

[bluelilybird]

I want so much that is not here and I do not know where to go.

Charles Bukowski

[bluelilybird]

Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

Madeline Miller

[bluelilybird]

They broke the wrong parts. They broke the wings and forgot we had claws. They left marks on our bones. We left scars on their minds.

VaZaki Nada

[bluelilybird]

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

[bluelilybird]

In English, death has a rare sound, and the only word that rhymes with it is breath, which is a rather lovely grouping.

Sadiqa de Meijer