Fickle, Fickle Life


windowondeath:

I recall thinking something similar in nature - about the impermanence of life. It was way back in college; I was starting my first year of graduation (English Honours).

I was reading a history of English literature. Almost certainly the one by W.J. Long. I was reading about Beowulf, the Old…

Mortality on My Window


windowondeath:

It’s morning now. I’m just getting into bed, the night spent sleepless - reading with a brief stretch of writing. The windows are all wide open. A cool breeze is coming in. I have heard an old movie song few minutes ago. I remember it was in black & white. I remember the movie.

I feel like…

“You walk out. You swim for a while. You swim too far. You don’t try to swim back. Your lungs fill up. It hurts for a bit, but then it’s over. Nothing ever hurts again, and your conscience is clear. You don’t leave a mess. Maybe your body washes up some day. Maybe it doesn’t.”

Gabrielle Zevin, The Collected Works of A. J. Fikry
perfectvic:

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perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

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“"For pity’s sake!" they’ll shout at you, "you can’t rebel: it’s two times two is four! Nature doesn’t ask your permission; it doesn’t care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You’re obliged to accept it as it is and consequently all its results as well. And so a wall is indeed a wall…etc. etc." My God, but what do I care about the laws of nature and arithmetic if for some reason these laws and two times two is four are not to my liking? To be sure, I won’t break through such a wall with my forehead if I really have not got strength enough to do it, but neither will I be reconciled with it simply because I have a stone wall here and have not got strength enough.”

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via exhaustingmemory)

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prisque:

To the horizon and beyond
with a piece of happiness dangling
from the arms of summer
I hop on to the tide
that take me away
Away than away.

prisque:

To the horizon and beyond

with a piece of happiness dangling

from the arms of summer

I hop on to the tide

that take me away

Away than away.

“We’ve hated each other for many things…but I swear, I swear I loved you even while I hated you, and you didn’t love me!”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via dollymyfolly)

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“She was looking up at him, her eyes liquid, and she was smiling her gap-toothed smile like no bad thing would ever befall her so long as he stood at her side.”

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
“She will never know that even though I love her more than anything, I will always hate myself a tiny bit more.”

Shehan Karunatilaka, Chinaman: The Legend of Pradeep Mathew
“However, not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.”

William Bruce Cameron, Informal Sociology: A Casual Introduction to Sociological Thinking
“It was one of those events which at a crucial stage in one’s development arrive to challenge and stretch one to the limit of one’s ability and beyond, so that thereafter one has new standards by which to judge oneself.”

Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day

Shortcomings


  • "Words always end up on the wrong side of the meaning."
  • "That's not true."
  • "See there. I wasn't asking you. I was telling."

Date


I heard
Death is knocking on doors
Looking for me.
Will someone kindly point him to my door?

I’ll be on the balcony
On the way down

“I know I ought to kill myself, to sweep myself off the earth like a vile insect; but I’m afraid of showing magnanimity. I know it will be one more deceit—the last deceit in an endless series of deceits.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Demons (via blacktout)

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