soul – secretive dreams

We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Bishop Bullwinkle – Hell to the naw naw

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A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Vincent Van Gogh

(via psych-facts)

From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via youngfolksociety)

There’s a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It’s like breathing. You have to do it or you’ll die. And when it’s over, your soul starts to bleed. There’s no pain in the world like it, I swear.

Susan Wiggs, Summer At Willow Lake (via simply-quotes)

I am this groping intensity that is a soul.

Jorge Luis Borges, My Whole Life, Selected Poems 1923-1967 (via starseas)

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451