To be engaged in some small way in the revival of one of the great cities of the...– Chris Rose, 2006. (via nolafw)
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect....– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via musingsinfemininity)
Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have...– Anne Lamott (via creatingaquietmind)
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via misswallflower)
Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to...– Kathryn Stockett (via queritor)
Did you know?
“Yes, it’s rather funny, really, that next to no-one realized the snake that Harry set free in Philosopher’s Stone turned out to be Voldemort’s final Horcrux, Nagini.” - J.K. Rowling Did you know? A coworker informed me last night. The details that she created in her mind are unbelievable!
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless...– Robert Louis Stevenson - An Apology for Idlers, 1874 (via bookshavepores)
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept...– William Faulkner, The Town: A Novel of the Snopes Family (via larmoyante)
The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won’t make a story...– Love, love, love Donald Miller (via llibre)
Today, I discussed the idea of owning books with friends. I think my opinions differentiated from theirs a bit. Though I may have pretended I did at the time, I can’t understand not owning books. One friend says she only buys books to give away to other people. She reads great books, but once she’s done, she won’t go back and reread them, so for the most part, why buy them?...
Buy ALL the books!– Me, every time I enter a bookstore (via iloveeucalyptus)
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day....– Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian In the World (via daisyslight) I don’t know this book, but isn’t that the truth?
The Song of Solomon
mydailypoetryblog: FROM THE SONG OF SOLOMON CH. 2 Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of the birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my...