Words! Mere Words: My drug of choice

Read the Printed Word!

This is a blog dedicated to the beauty of words. And those beautiful words usually come from incredible books. Feel free to submit requests, questions, and comments. This is a no judgement zone. Enjoy :)

"I quote others only to better express myself" -Michel de MontaIgne

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Took me a while but I no longer finish bad books!
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Took me a while but I no longer finish bad books!

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Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
— W. S. Merwin (via floriental)

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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hellanne)

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

— Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
— Bertrand Russell (via purplebuddhaproject)

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That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via dropitlikefscottt)

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
— Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being  (via petrichour)

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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals.  (via wordsnquotes)

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