December 2011
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I thought of that sad morning after our first night together. You kneeling...
– From The Castle Kafka (via echomignonnette)
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I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
– Samuel Beckett, Endgame. (via hideoushumanangels)
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Partir c’est mourir un peu, et mourir c’est partir un peu trop.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
To leave is to die a little bit, to die is to leave a little bit too much.
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“May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, as it has come for me now, when the woods are black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I do, by looking up at the sky.”
- Marcel Proust
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Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is...
– Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (via doctorsax)
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Flower and plant have no conscious will. They are shameless, exposing their...
– Samuel Beckett on Proust (via matryoshhka)
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Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The...
– Marcel Proust (via saloandseverine)
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We are all born mad. Some remain so.
– Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (via bennbanasik)
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Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
– Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (via acoustic-funeral)
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When we are waiting, we suffer so keenly from the absence of the person for whom...
– Marcel Proust - In Search of Lost Time (Volume IV: Sodom and Gomorrah)
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The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in...
– Marcel Proust (via thedailyarts)
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The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.
– Marcel Proust (via deathbyexpectations)
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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners...
– Marcel Proust (via katelizabeth)
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Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I...
– Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths (via missingthejackandtheace)
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