With the divorce rate up to sixty per cent, how can anyone attend a wedding with a straight face anymore? I see lovers walking hand in hand, looking at each other as if nobody else was alive on the earth, and I can’t help thinking that in a year, more or less, they’ll each be with someone new. Or else nursing broken hearts. True, most lovers don’t work at it hard enough, or with enough imagination or generosity, but even those who try don’t seem to have any ultimate success these days. Who knows how to make love stay?
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Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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I never intended to rescue you. We’re our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
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Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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That is why virtually every revolution in history has failed: the oppressed, as soon as they seize power, turn into the oppressors, resorting to totalitarian tactics to “protect the revolution.” That is why minorities seeking the abolition of prejudice become intolerant, minorities seeking peace become militant, minorities seeking equality become self-righteous, and minorities seeking liberation become hostile…
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Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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Who does have a love life anymore? These days people have sex lives, not love lives. Lots of them are even giving up sex. I don’t have a love life because I’ve never met a man who knew how to have a love life. Maybe I don’t know how, either.
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Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating - people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
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Lord Henry, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (via paintmysilence)
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My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
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Catherine, Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)
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It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
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Catherine, Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)
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He wanted to cry quietly, but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, 1917. (via maddyluna)
Reblog if you’ve ever felt this way. Joyce understands my life.
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More Literary Magazines (Page Two)
underparasols:
Not for the faint of heart. Our literary magazine features some of the best writers in the small press alongside up and coming voices.
[Read more about Main Street Rag]
Chicago is a storyteller’s city, and MAKE is the story’s magazine. Chock full of fiction, poetry, essays, art, and reviews, MAKE is substantial in both feel and scope.
[Read more about MAKE]
One of Canada’s most admired journals, publishing contemporary poetry and short fiction by emerging and established writers from across the country and around the world.
[Read more about The Malahat Review]
Manoa is a unique, award-winning literary journal that includes American, Asian, and Pacific fiction, poetry, artwork, and essays of current cultural or literary interest.
[Read more about Manoa]
Published by New American Press, MAYDAY Magazine presents new poetry, prose, translations, political/cultural commentary, and visual art to a growing international community of readers. [o]
[Read more about MAYDAY Magazine]
Mead: the Magazine of Literature and Libations
At Mead, we pair our literature, like a good sommelier, with a specific libation so that under each drink category you will find a poem or piece of prose that reflects something about the character of that drink. [o]
[Read more about Mead]
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