daazurebanana
daazurebanana
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“What could he say that might make sense to them? Could he say love was, above all, common cause, shared experience? That was the vital cement, wasn't it? Could he say how he felt about their all being here tonight on this wild world running around a big sun which fell through a bigger space falling through yet vaster immensities of space, maybe toward and maybe away from Something? Could he say: we share this billion-mile-an-hour rid. We have common cause against the night. You start with little common causes. Why love the boy in a March field with his kite braving the sky? Because our fingers burn with the hot string singeing our hands. Why love some girl viewed from a train bent to a country well? The tongue remembers iron water cool on some long lost noon. Why weep at strangers dead by the road? They resemble friends unseen in forty years. Why laugh when clowns are hot by pies? We taste custard we taste life. Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience. Billions of prickling textures. Cut one sense away, cut part of life away. Cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. We love what we know, we love what we are. Common cause, common cause, common cause of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, nose, flesh, heart, and soul. But... how to say it?”
—Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“Sometimes—”
“Sometimes what?”
“Sometimes I think people want to die…”
—the Whole Town’s Sleeping, Ray Bradbury
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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she's a 10 but she reads classic literature to escape the modern world
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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Hey (with the intention of staying all day at home while it's raining, reading and writing in my room)
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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i wish to be more poetic, more romantic, more classy yet i stumble around like a thirteen year old boy with no sense of direction
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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I wholeheartedly believe that standing in an empty field during a thunderstorm would solve all my problems
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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someone please take me on bookstore dates, and talk with me about books, and our futures and aspirations, and then at the end we exchange our favorite books with each other, and drive home listening to music.
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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„Nothing is wonderful to be true.“
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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You ever finish a really good book and just? Forget how to live? Total amnesia towards how things were before you picked up that piece of literature?
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“ What I want you to understand…is the full evil of those who claim to have become convinced that this earth, by its nature, is a realm of malevolence where the good has no chance to win. Let them check their promises. Let them check their standards of value. Let them check – before they grant themselves the unspeakable license of evil-as-necessity – whether they know what is the good and what are the conditions it requires.”
—Atlas Shrugged
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“… is it not the glory of our legal system that acquitting a guilty man is less heinous than convicting an innocent one?”
—The Palace Theif
(The professor ultimately betraying his moral hypocrisy)
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” ― Neil Gaiman.
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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that’s between me and my delusions
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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“I hope you really are happy. If not change something so you are.”
—Maddy
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daazurebanana · 3 years ago
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