I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.– Carl Jung (via nirvikalpa-deactivated20110625-)
This is the twisting of sheets and rambling of bones quaking into the yellow. The yellow that was predictable, stoppable. The seeping, oozing of it all. The wallet opens, the money goes, the time spent working the time spent standing and nodding and being polite and being bored and being paid too little for working too hard goes into the cash register and the yellow passes through lips and settles...
We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every...– Elie Wiesel, The Nazi Doctors and the Nuremburg Code (via booksandbrews)
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her...– Michael Ondaatje | The English Patient (via evoketheforms)
She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. She read books as...– Annie Dillard, The Living: A Novel (via bookoasis)
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose...– The Winter of Our Discontent, John Steinbeck (via johnsteinbeck-)
Next to acquiring good friends, the best acquisition is that of good books.– Charles Caleb Colton (via lifeofliterature)