quotation – Page 30 – secretive dreams

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

George Orwell, 1984

The American Apparel V-neck shirt, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and Parliament cigarettes are symbols and icons of working or revolutionary classes that have been appropriated by hipsterdom and drained of meaning. Ten years ago, a man wearing a plain V-neck tee and drinking a Pabst would never be accused of being a trend-follower. But in 2008, such things have become shameless clichés of a class of individuals that seek to escape their own wealth and privilege by immersing themselves in the aesthetic of the working class.

Douglas Haddow, Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization

I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings (via aestheticintrovert)

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

C.S. Lewis

The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I’ve learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that’s one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person’s mouth. When you know they’ll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time.

Natalie Lloyd, A Snicker of Magic (via quoted-books)

We don’t forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them because they need it—because we need it.

Bree Despain, The Dark Divine (via quoted-books)

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

Jose Saramago, Blindness (via quoted-books)

She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.

Carl Sagan (via theglasschild)

It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down.

Kate Morton, The House at Riverton (via quoted-books)

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Good Omens (via themanatthecenter)