November 2011
6 posts
“The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred...”
– Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah (via 1beauty)
“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some...”
– Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1920-1923 (via 1beauty)
“There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing...”
– Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via 1beauty)
Blogut: These Poems, She Said →
blogut:
These poems, these poems, these poems, she said, are poems with no love in them. These are the poems of a man who would leave his wife and child because they made noise in his study. These are the poems of a man who would murder his mother to claim the inheritance. These are the poems of a man…
“How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars,...”
– Eavan Boland, Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet (via yesyes)
“Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a...”
– Jack Gilbert, Going There (via yesyes)