septiembre 23, 2012

I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is “it” – it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds. Who am I, what am I, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 27 February 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion)

septiembre 23, 2012

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via darthvalia)

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