… looking out, white world, even the spire, white to the vane, most unusual, silence in the house, not a sound, only the fire, no flames now, embers.
Samuel Beckett, Embers (via robcam-wfu)
There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.
G.K. Chesterton, from The Man Who Was Thursday (via the-final-sentence)
I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)
It has been found again.
What? – Eternity.
It is the sea mingled with the sun.
Arthur Rimbaud, “L’Eternité” (via larmoyante)