"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Once you get this you must reply with 5 random facts about yourself then pass it on to ten of your favorite followers :)
- I’m not a misanthrope I’m just having the crisis of confidence.
- I named my cat after a character in The Addams Family.
- I’ve been playing piano since I was 6 years old.
- Sometimes I pass out in crowded areas. Once I fainted in front of St Mark’s Basilica’s doors in Venice.
- ‘Unsere Mütter unsere Väter’ is a fantastic movie.
(Anne, can’t wait for
(now I’m even losing my name — it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)"
―Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
"'Hey Clark', he said.'Tell me something good'. I stared out of the window at the bright-blue Swiss sky and I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other. And I told him of the adventures they had, the places they had gone, and the things I had seen that I had never expected to. I conjured for him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings full of laughter and silly jokes. I drew a world for him, a world far from a Swiss industrial estate, a world in which he was still somehow the person he had wanted to be. I drew the world he had created for me, full of wonder and possibility."
―Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
―the Russian word «защищающихся» (those who protect themselves). Lewis Carroll while travelling in Russia liked this word and wrote it down in English. The Russian word has 12 letters, the English one - 30.
"When love is dying,
The doctors are not crowding in wards,
When love is dying,
It’s getting colder in the Universe."
"Sometimes I get depressed about my age. In March I’ll be 26. If man weren’t measured in numbers, but rather letters, I’d be turning Z. And then I’d be dead."
―Jarod Kintz, I Should Have Renamed This
Weight of the Soul by 21 grams
"Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore."
―Saying Your Names by Richard Siken