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” in The Four Quartets (via proustitute)
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A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
Elizabeth Gilbert (via leronleron)
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‘To Kill a Mockingbird’

I’ve been meaning to watch this movie but never really had the opportunity to. My friends have been telling me to watch/read the book. It’s so intense (and very emotional). This is one of those films that this generation really needs to watch.. sort of like ‘Roots’. Hopefully, this will help me with my essays in English class.
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Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship —- a play between divine grace and willful self-effort. Half of it you have no control over; half of it is absolutely in your hands, and your actions will show measurable consequence. Man is neither entirely a puppet of the gods, nor is he entirely the captain of his own destiny; he’s a little of both. We gallop through our lives like circus performers balancing on two speeding side-by-side horses —- one foot is on the horse called FATE, the other on the horse called FREE WILL.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love (via tamangkwentolang)
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soyroo:

My personal favorite moment in “MIDNIGHT IN PARIS”  involves Gil telling Luis Bunuel the entire plot of The Exterminating Angel (Movie)  as something he needs to mull over (“I don’t understand” says Bunuel “why don’t they just leave the room?”). 

I think I’ve told almost all of my friends and teachers in school about this movie. If you’re an art, classic music or literature fanatic, this movie will really blow your mind. I love it.

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The Torture of Mothers, Elizabeth Catlett, 1970

The Torture of Mothers, Elizabeth Catlett, 1970

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There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I’m going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.
Elizabeth Gilbert
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Look for God. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.
Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert (via alighthouseofwords)
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Earlier (4:15p)

I’m watching Woody Allen’s ‘Midnight in Paris’ for the second time and I’m receiving so much inspiration. It’s almost unreal. I love it. — After Adriana left Pablo Picasso and ran off with Ernest Hemingway, the main character Gil, felt an insurmountable amount of internal conflict. “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” by Ernest Hemingway was inspired by this event; by far, my favorite piece of work by him. It changed my perspective on the opposite sex and life overall. Afterwards, Getrude Stein told Gil after reading his self-based novel…

“We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence”

I, myself, need to find an antidote for the emptiness I feel. This quote deeply penetrated my mind and my being. A true eye-opener.
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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
The Kite Runner (via vagusadmirari)
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ccal: **angsty old man problems ^ Accurate

ccal:

**angsty old man problems

^ Accurate

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365prettyreads: Hawthorne’s emotional, psychological drama revolves around Hester Prynne, who is convicted of adultery in colonial Boston by the civil and Puritan authorities. She is condemned to wear the scarlet letter “A” on her chest as a permanent sign of her sin. The narrative describes the effort to resolve the torment suffered by Hester and her co-adulterer, the minister Arthur Dimmesdale, in the years after their affair. In fact, the story excludes even the representation of the passionate moment which enables the entire novel. It begins at the close of Hester’s imprisonment many months after her affair and proceeds through many years to her final acceptance of her place in the community as the wearer of the scarlet letter.  *sigh* I have a 350+ word Essay and a poem I have to write based on this book. My English teacher was not playing. She made sure this “break” from school was fun-free. This might just be the driest I’ve ever read. The plot is amazing but the way Hawthorne worded this book just puts me to sleep

365prettyreads:

Hawthorne’s emotional, psychological drama revolves around Hester Prynne, who is convicted of adultery in colonial Boston by the civil and Puritan authorities. She is condemned to wear the scarlet letter “A” on her chest as a permanent sign of her sin. The narrative describes the effort to resolve the torment suffered by Hester and her co-adulterer, the minister Arthur Dimmesdale, in the years after their affair. In fact, the story excludes even the representation of the passionate moment which enables the entire novel. It begins at the close of Hester’s imprisonment many months after her affair and proceeds through many years to her final acceptance of her place in the community as the wearer of the scarlet letter. 

*sigh* I have a 350+ word Essay and a poem I have to write based on this book. My English teacher was not playing. She made sure this “break” from school was fun-free. This might just be the driest I’ve ever read. The plot is amazing but the way Hawthorne worded this book just puts me to sleep

25/2/2012 . 5 notes . Reblog
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via stellablu)
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