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Jun 19, 2013 / 16 notes

notharryssister:

The Beatles // You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away

David Foster Wallace, This Is Water
Jun 19, 2013

David Foster Wallace, This Is Water

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.
John Steinbeck (Of Mice and Men)

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Jun 19, 2013 / 1,086 notes
Jun 18, 2013 / 49 notes

domesticwolf:

Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross // Hand Covers Bruise

People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: “be realistic.
Dylan Moran (via arpeggia)
Jun 18, 2013 / 24,106 notes
Jun 18, 2013 / 7,424 notes
‘There are all kinds of courage,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom.’
I just realized today how much more meaningful this quote is when you remember Dumbledore’s backstory. For years, Albus remained at Gellert Grindelwald’s side even as Grindelwald became more and more corrupt, simply because he was his friend. He turned a blind eye to the immorality of Gellert’s plans. He couldn’t bring himself to stand up to Grindelwald because he didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship. Even as an adult, he didn’t confront Grindelwald until it was nearly too late. Those ten points weren’t awarded to Neville just so Gryffindor would win the house cup. They were awarded because Dumbledore recognized that Neville, at the age of 11, was far braver than the young Albus had ever been. (via cobbledstories)

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Jun 17, 2013 / 33,196 notes
And if there is one thing more that I must say to you, it is this: Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty and sadness and remains far behind yours. Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 8 notes
You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any agitation, any pain, any melancholy, since you really do not know what these states are working upon you?
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 4 notes
And this is why it is so important to be lonely and attentive when one is sad: because the apparently uneventful and stark moment at which our future sets foot in us is so much closer to life than that other noisy and fortuitous point of time at which it happens to us as if from outside.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 2 notes
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 1 note
And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to break out of it.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 4 notes
For at bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 1 note
This above all—ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013
Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Jun 16, 2013 / 3 notes