Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore. Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury (via alighthouseofwords)

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The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn. — T.H. White, The Once and Future King (via wakingthegoldenwood)

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[Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.]
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here tomorrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
— Carl Sandburg, from Languages (via the-final-sentence)

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I was going to be a memory when I grew up. — Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (via littletoboggans)

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We must be our own before we can be another’s. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (via allthingsstylish)

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We’re three days away from the longest
night of the year and if I wish for anything
as I count the trunks of the pines you’ve
disappeared into, it’s that heaven, too—
if there is a place we go after this—
will have such a similarly deep and inescapable
darkness for you to root among and for me
to marvel at while I wait for your return.
Keetje Kuipers, from “Taking the Dog out at 2am”. (via the-final-sentence)

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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. — Emily Dickinson (via tattoolit)

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they’ve found it.
Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

― Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons, Stephen King

[There is sky and trees, a high wire fence, a long road, and at the end of it you are there, waiting for me. So glad to see you, I say.] Missed you so much, thought about you every day. — A.M. Homes, The End of Alice (with thanks to profoundbusiness)

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