“And now all my past humiliations became precious parts of my experience , and for the first time, leaning against that stone wall in the sweltering night, I began to accept my past and, as I accepted it, I felt memories welling up within me. It was as though I’d learned suddenly to look around corners; images of past humiliations flickered through my head and I saw that they were more than separate experiences. They were me; they defined me. I was my experiences and my experiences were me, and no blind men, now matter how powerful they became, even if they conquered the world, could take that, or change one single itch, taunt, laugh, cry, scar, ache, rage or pain of it.”—Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”—Alain de Botton (via petrichour)
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
“I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”—T.S. Eliot, from “East Coker” (via liquidnight)
“We all have a thirst for wonder. It’s a deeply human quality. Science and religion are both bound up with it. What I’m saying is, you don’t have to make stories up, you don’t have to exaggerate. There’s wonder and awe enough in the real world. Nature’s a lot better at inventing wonders than we are.”—Carl Sagan,Contact (via whats-out-there)
“I changed the subject. I knew what you needed: simple feelings, simple words. Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious.”—Vladimir Nabokov, from “Sounds” From The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via liquidnight)
“Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased.”—Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men (via theblackquill)
I came to cut you up I came to knock you down I came around to tear your little world apart I came to shut you up I came to drag you down I came around to tear your little world apart And break your soul apart
“I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.”—Fernando Pessoa (via elvishlament)
“I spent much of my life until age 28, hoping that my life began. I thought that at some point, I would become a cocoon into a butterfly that my real life would begin. If I had to relive that stage of my life, I would rather live the period between 18 and 28 years, knowing it would be this, that nothing would happen suddenly, time passes, you are what you are, and you do what you do.”—Roger Waters (via toouncouthforthisyouth)