“Books can not be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No man and no force can abolish memory… In this war, we know, books are weapons. And it is a part of your dedication always to make them weapons for man’s freedom.”— Franklin D. Roosevelt (via vintageanchorbooks)
“Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.”—Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos (via oyclu)
bare feet in uncut grass, abandoned houses, walking in the rain without an umbrella, empty train carriages, smiling at strangers, books with cracks in their spines, the first day of Spring, finding pressed flowers you’d forgotten about.
“Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.”—Louis Aragon, Treatise on Style (via mirroir)
“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.”—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via girlinlondon)
“A book, too, can be a star, ‘explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly,’ a living ﬁre to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.”—Madeleine L’Engle (via aestheticintrovert)