February 2012
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely...
– Betty Smith (via venebelle)
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via moonhymns)
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends...
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via nearerthemoon)
This is the silence of astounded souls.
– Sylvia Plath, from “Crossing the Water” (via growing-orbits)
From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally...
– Sebastian Faulks, The Girl At The Lion D’or (via enchants)