violentwavesofemotion:

“She was authentic, impulsive, incoherent to the point of breathlessness. Her joy was infinite, though broken by periods of sadness that were sweeter than her joy.”

— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Short Stories; “Violante or High Society,”

thepuppyclub:

I’ll be honest…I don’t want a career. I don’t want to work. I want to be LEFT ALONE and paid for it. 

(via sadghostgrl)

adrasteiax:

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena

(via poesia--me)

philosophybits:

“Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruitful.”

— Albert Camus, “Three Interviews”, Lyrical and Critical Essays

(via beyond-the-oblivion)