roman.a.clef

"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
― William Shakespeare

We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.

"Do you know what he’s doing? He’s making corrections in the Encyclopedia Britannica! If I’d killed him, no jury would convict!"

Parade’s End: favourite scenes 4/? Encyclopedia Britannica

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She wanted to be alone, but not lonely. That was very different; that was something that ached and hurt dreadfully right inside one.

—Elizabeth Von Arnim, The Enchanted April. (via ablogwithaview)

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When someone puts aside everything they’re doing, or stops working, or browsing the internet, or watching TV to listen to what you have to say, it never goes unnoticed. Undivided attention is more attractive than countless other things.

Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others? That’s who we are! We’re not who we say we are, we’re not who we want to be — we are the sum of the influence and impact that we have, in our lives, on others.

Neil deGrasse Tyson on Carl Sagan at yesterday’s Library of Congress event celebrating Sagan (via alesthetique)

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More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

—The Paris Wife (Paula McLain)

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Hiding somewhere in that girl is a soul defined by pain. I don’t know what sort of hurt left her fragile, and she would argue that she’s strong as brick. But beneath her wall of blister is uneven ground.