“People pontificate, ‘Suicide is selfishness.’ Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one’s audience with one’s mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.”
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via observando)
“I miss how you wanted me.”
six word story, #18 (via bl-ossomed)
“being still at the age in which one believes that one gives a thing real existence by giving it a name”
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (via talesofpassingtime)
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Finished reading The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides! Now going to watch the film!


Here’s what Shakespeare’s plays sounded like with their original English accent…

In this short documentary, linguist David Crystal and his son, actor Ben Crystal, look at the differences between English pronunciation now and how it was spoken 400 years ago. They answer the most basic question you probably have right now — How do you know what it sounded like back then? — and they discuss the value of performing Shakespeare’s plays in the original accent.

“Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.”
Stendhal (The Red and the Black)
“Truth is never found in books, only in life.”
The Bald Soprano (via fuckyeahgreatplays)

~ This will be interesting ~
“There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.”
T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (via awolfinpeopleclothes)
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
George Eliot (via autumnclock)
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via insomnials)

reading to take my sadness away…

Perfect way to spend a rainy day - a good book and a cup of tea. Also, this edition of Frankenstein is 19% off on the Book Depository!