April 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.”
—attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche (via misswallflower)
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”― T.S. Eliot
“And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.”
—Natalie Babbitt (via misswallflower)
“Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.”
—Thomas Mann (via misswallflower)
“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
—Jack Kerouac (via misswallflower)
“Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.”― W.H. Auden