"…would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth."


Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

>Rita Streich sings Strauss - Zerbinetta's aria "Großmächtige Prinzessin" (2/2)

“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”

—    Franz KafkaLetters to Milena 

(Source : jamesmoriatty)

We're A Love Blood And Rhetoric School

Josef Hassid- Tchaikovsky -- Sourvenir d'un lieu cher Op. 42

“Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”

—   Sylvia Plath   

(Source : seabois, via eletheowl)

“When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.”

—   Haruki Murakami (村上 春樹)

(Source : xu-an, via eletheowl)

“Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?”

—   David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing (via booksquoteslove)

(via eletheowl)

“It’s 4am—
You’re sleeping.
I’m crying.”

—   6 word poem 

(Source : dramaticir0ny, via eletheowl)