Little solace comesto those who grievewhen thoughts keep driftingas walls keep shiftingand this great blue world of oursseems a house of leavesmoments before the wind.
If one invests some interest in, for example, a tree and begins to form some thoughts about this tree then writes these thoughts down, further examining the meanings that surface, allowing for unconsc...
I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a...
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so muc...
Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding
However, The haven-Slocum Theory also points out that this course is not without risk. An even greater number of people dwelling on The Navidson Record have shown an increase in obsessiveness, insomni...
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
At least when you're drunk, Tom adds, quickly wiping the wet from his face. You've always got the floor for your best friend. Know why?It's always there for you, Navidson answers, his own cheeks sudde...
It is beneficial to consider the origins of riddle. The Old English rædelse means opinion, conjure which is related to the Old English raedon to interpret in turn belonging to the same etymological hi...
Mad woman on another tour;Everything she is she spits out on the floor.An old man tells me she's sicker than the rest.God I've never been afraid like this.
Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.
Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.
Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play.Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say onl...
How much [vastly {immensely tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proud...
Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.
It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it's mine.
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
By the time she turned fifteen, all of that was gone. She hardly spoke in class. She refused to function in any sort of school event, and rather than discuss her feelings she deferred the world with a...
We did not just go to the stars. We became the stars.
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