This is my personal collection of quotes and other bookish tidbits.
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Nothing. Nothing. Just … isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?”
“It sets a dangerous precedent.”
“For avoiding pain?”
“For avoiding life.

Rainbow Rowell: Fangirl

aseaofquotes:

Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature
Submitted by paintinghistory.

aseaofquotes:

Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature

Submitted by .


by ゆり lillian

by ゆり lillian

(Source: solitaria, via bookporn)

My words will be sweet to hear.
My people will drink them in like wine
and not get drunk.

Rainer Maria Rilke: from Both a Breath and a Shout

books-and-cookies:

Chapters ending in cliffhangers are the reason most of us don’t have a normal sleeping pattern. 

(via bookslutss)

literatebitch:

Male Novelist Jokes - Mallory Ortberg

(Source: youtube.com)

Lovers.
Awakening desire,
make a place where pain can enter.
That’s how we grow.



Along with their laughter,
lovers bring suffering
and longings that had slept and now awaken
to weep in a stranger’s arms.

Rainer Maria Rilke: Along with the Laughter

urbanreading:

Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.

urbanreading:

Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.

(via teacoffeebooks)

tobeshelved:

bookpatrol:

Wolfman’s Books by kylejglenn on Flickr.

dreams/nightmares

tobeshelved:

bookpatrol:

Wolfman’s Books by kylejglenn on Flickr.

dreams/nightmares

(via teacoffeebooks)

scribnerbooks:

this photo is everything.

scribnerbooks:

this photo is everything.

(via bookslutss)

You, my own deep soul,
trust me. I will not betray you.
My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing.

What mystery breaks over me now?
In its shadow I come into life.
For the first time I am alone with you—

you, my power to feel.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 39 (via astranemus)