I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.

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The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.
Sophocles, Oedipus Rex (via feellng)

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Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.
Neil Gaiman (via myresin)

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She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal chord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via thebooker)

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost (via poetry-and-insomnia)

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There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that’s too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via theclassicreader)

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Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
From House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (via hush-syrup)

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