“We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.”
Yves Saint Laurent (via larmoyante)
“In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries (via larmoyante)
“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)
“Franz Kafka is Dead
He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.””
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)
“You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when i’m holding you, i imagine the smell
of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: iI’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.”