Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)
What is history? Its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. That is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.
Boris Pasternak (1890-1960), Russian poet, novelist, translator. Nikolay Nikolayevich, in Doctor Zhivago, ch. 1, sect. 5 (1957).
My mother had the dogs take a pictures with Santa.
My life is complete.
time to remind you of the reason for the season: dog pictures with santa
maybe if we first unravel the mess of our own knots, we can better extend the extra string to others.
Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert (via lostinthesounds)