There’s No Way I Would Let Her Die, But I Wonder How Far I Would Go To Force Her To Live.

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

— Pablo Neruda

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

-William Faulkner.

We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker (via the-book-diaries)

To do? I don’t want to do anything. I want to be everything.

Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde (via the-book-diaries)

Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother

“Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.” - Charles Bukowski

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

"There is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock.

People so tired,

mutilated,

either by love or no love.

People are just not good to each other

one on one.

The rich are not good to the rich

the poor are not good to the poor.

We are afraid.

Our educational system tells us

that we can all be

big-ass winners.

It hasn't told us

about the gutters

or the suicides.

Or the terror of one person

aching in one place

alone

untouched

unspoken to

watering a plant".

- Charles Bukowski

“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.

- Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea