If any God should give
Us leave to fly
These present deaths we live,
And safely die
In those lost lives we lived ere we were born—
What man but would not laugh the excuse to scorn?
— Rudyard Kipling, ”Rebirth”
She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge. And as he kissed her his heart strained again in his breast. He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shrivelled and become void.
-D.H. Lawrence
truebloodandclassicliterature:
Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?
-Arthur Miller
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“Why do beautiful songs make you sad?”
“Because they aren’t true.”“Never?”
“Nothing is beautiful and true.” — Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
He strains his conversation through a cigar.
-Hamilton Wright Mabie
Laugh, clown, laugh. That is what I tell myself whenever I dress up like Bozo.
-Jack Handy
“you boys can keep your virgins
give me hot old women in high heels
with asses that forgot to get old.”
— Charles Bukowski
“The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say ‘I love you’ and the person on the other end shouts back, ‘What?’”
— J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction
I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been.
-Mary Shelley
“How does the world go? I’ll tell you what,” he added, in a lower tone, “I shouldn’t wish it to be mentioned, but it’s a -” here he beckoned to me, and put his lips close to my ear - “it’s a mad world. Mad as Bedlam, boy!” said Mr. Dick, taking snuff from a round box on the table, and laughing heartily.
— Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
