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“Opening Lines from Merchant of Venice…”
– Antonio: In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:  It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,   That I have much ado to know myself.
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“From Fountainhead”
– “He stood looking at her. She knew that he did not see her. No, she thought, it was not that exactly. He always looked straight at people and his damnable eyes never missed a thing, it was only that he made people feel as if they didn’t exist. He just stood looking. He would not answer.”
Mar 22nd
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On Literature, Universal Longings and Beauty of...
I came across this quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald , “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” But the beauty of literature is in its contradictions too I guess. Of the need to belong and want to be alone. That creates a undercurrent of comfort in what we read, how we...
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February 2012
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“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I...”
– Franz Kafka (via goombi) #kafka
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January 2012
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“You can hide your face behind a smile. One thing you can’t hide - is when you’re...”
– John Lennon, Crippled Inside (via misswallflower)
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pica
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic chuckle, a nod of mutual respect, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random and unexceptional but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone. Word...
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“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been....”
– Eve Ensler (via misswallflower)
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“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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