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we can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundera
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some of my favorite reads of 2022:
Mathematics for Human Flourishing Francis Su
The Grownup Gillian Flynn
The Reader Bernard Schlink
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sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. because happiness is only real if it lasts forever?
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
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i don’t mean to say that thinking and reaching decisions have no influence on behavior. but behavior does not merely enact whatever has already been thought through and decided. it has its own sources, and is my behavior, quite independently, just as my thoughts are my thoughts, and my decisions are my decisions.
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
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going back to school makes me feel like i have a purpose in life again
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to be myself (i note) i need the illumination of other people’s eyes, and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self
The Waves by Virginia Woolf
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nobody’s life was untouched by loneliness; it was just a question of whether or not you were able to accept that loneliness for what it was. put it another way, everyone was lonely, and it was up to them whether they chose to bury that loneliness through relationships with other people, and if so, of what sort of intensity and depth.
There’s No Such Thing As An Easy Job by Kikuko Tsumura, translated by Polly Barton.
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trying to post thoughts about the books i'm reading is fun and all but then it requires me to actually think about what i'm reading lol
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there was something so right about the ending of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. i think what i liked most was the way it didn't vaguely promise a happily ever after for its characters, that the romance between Addie and Henry ended, and yet they are neither broken nor defeated by this ending. because i've been conditioned to this idea that if you love someone (romantically), a lifetime together is necessary, a testament to said love. but i suppose a short love, which burns brightly and quickly sputters out, is not necessarily less beautiful or less meaningful or less valuable. i've been thinking a lot lately, about love and how to love, and realizing that i really don't know anything about it.
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