I have so much to say to you.Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via seabois)
I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve.
I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning?
And what is everything?
Whenever you can’t handle it, whenever it’s too much, just go to the bookstore, go to Barnes n Noble in the comfiest sweater you have and sit between the aisles of books with dozens in your lap and a few pages between each finger with a warm drink next to your hip and just sit there and be and sit there and be and sit there and know that there are hundreds of palm-sized worlds around you right now that you could just crawl yourself into for awhile and it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.Sleepingtigers (via violentwavesofemotion)
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.F. Scott Fitzgerald
Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand - Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive;
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be abandon’d;
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down, and depart on your way
Language has nothing to do with rational thought. I think that’s why I get so horribly furious and disturbed with rational thought. Language is the the opposite of the way a machine works. Language is poetry, maybe? But not all language is poetry. Nor is all poetry language. By the way, you talk language but that’s beside the point. Or rather, you understand it, you don’t always talk it. It is hard to define. Well, nevermind. I think language is beautiful. I even think insanity is beautiful (surely the root of language), except that it is painful. Language is verbalizing the non verbal. That’s perhaps what makes it so complicated. Holding hands is better than saying “I love you”.Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 3 July 1964. (via violentwavesofemotion)