May 2011
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via misswallflower)
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
—Anaïs Nin (via hydrogen) (via aerugo) (via navyreveries) (via toaststories) (via booklover)
“Words … are little houses, each with its cellar and garret. Common sense lives on the ground floor, always ready to engage in ‘foreign commerce’ on the same level as the others, as the passers-by, who are never dreamers. To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream, it is losing oneself in the distant corridors of an obscure etymology, looking for treasures that cannot be found in words. To mount and descend in the words themselves — this is a poet’s life. To mount too high or descend too low is allowed in the case of poets, who bring earth and sky together.”
—Gaston Bachelard (via bookoasis)
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
—Salvador Plascencia (via ohkaleidoscope)
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1. First Important Lesson - “Know The Cleaning Lady”
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”
