December 2009
15 posts
In the act of tearing something apart, you lose its meaning.
– Malcolm Gladwell, Blink.
You can live life slowly, you can be patient and calm with her. But she is a...
Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares...
– Stephen King (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage...
– Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop For Death.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know...
– Jeremiah 17:9
Her: I don't know. It's such a gamble.
Him: Listen, we're gonna fight. We're gonna scream. We're gonna fucking hate each other, sometimes. Maybe you won't want to see me for days, even weeks. You'll pile pillows up between us in bed, you'll make me sleep on the couch. You'll think about killing me, and I'll think about killing you. I'll hate you so much, all because I won't be able to formulate the proper words or actions to show you how much I love you. Because I won't feel good enough, and because I won't feel worthy of you. I'll be so mad at myself for not being able to love you properly, that I'll take it out on you. But I'll make it up to you, some way, some how. In your weakest moments, I'll hold you tightest. Your skin will be the only skin I'll want against mine. I'll never want to taste anybody else's mouth. I'll never want to laugh with anybody else. I'll never be able to imagine laying in bed with someone else. Because I fucking love you, I love you so much that it makes me lightheaded and delirious. It makes me stupid and crazy, but knowing that you love me back will be worth all my emotions.
Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it. I can’t...
– Alice, Closer (2004)
We were silent, still, attached at the pelvis. Naked, we were naked. If it...
Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It...
– Stephen, The Last Kiss.
All I was asking over and over was, ‘How do you have sex with someone...
– Leila, Lie with Me (2005)
I won’t become good. I won’t become nice. I’ll be bad just for...
– Leila, Lie with Me (2005)
We have, as human beings, a storytelling problem. We’re a bit too quick to come...
– Malcolm Gladwell, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
Her cigarette was just a tool, something to occupy her lips and keep her focused on the moment. Sometimes I wondered if she even liked smoking, or if she just needed something to keep herself occupied with. Without her Marlboro, what would she do with her hands? What would she do with her teeth and tongue during those long pauses? She’d have to ramble on, and use up all the oxygen in the room,...
Love is a serious mental disease.
– Plato (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)