Chat Et Moineau

“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.” Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via allthingssoulful)

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“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.” Neil Gaiman  (via rookiemag)

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“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via noseinabook)

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“The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.” John Green (via nikoledarling)

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“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.” Edgar Allan Poe  (via wuthering-heights)

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“He undreams himself, remembers she has left him.” Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion (via weissewiese)

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“I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.” Sylvia Plath (via justlikeamylostinstereo)

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“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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“We have a song,
On the bank we share our arrows—” H. D., from “Moonrise” (via proustitute)