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"Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky."
Alan Moore (via julie911) (via quote-book)
A day of work
Languid work, a spatter of clicks, spaces and punches,
I stare at the ever-changing screen of florid prose,
the ceiling pipes an ancient, timeless drummer,
beating the time away with unyielding cries.
The knee that won’t stop moving,
a dancer to its own internal beat,
I moan for a run, a jump, a swerve,
poised like a cat, ready to eat.
The stomach it growls, cruel hunger,
a distraction among many, never too few,
light outside a tortured mistress, a siren call,
and I stop, pause, think and work anew.
I shift in the chair, the nerves awake,
pain the vessel of their demand,
and longing I think of days yonder,
and of respite at day’s end.
"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -these are what we stay alive for."
Dead Poets Society (via ireadintothings) (via quote-book)
On Love and such things
How does one reconcile the difference between that pitted feeling deep inside, a longing sigh, a deep tinge, with the appreciation for another human, a sexual attraction, need for physical presence, comfort and contact?
Can one love and not love at the same time? Can one desire to spend the rest of one’s days with a single person and yet never give them one’s heart? It seems unlikely, strange and mysterious to me.
I have known love, and the physical pain when one cannot fulfill that love without changing everything that they are. I have felt it like never before and have been searching ever since. And I have met wonderful people, people I could love for eons and lifetimes and yet my heart remains unstirred. And I am frustrated and hopeless.
I know I cannot make myself truly love another, but is it fair to keep going, in almost vain hope that the connection will eventually make itself known? I have tried that with my last relationship, and after 6 years, I got nowhere, and all the kindness and warmth and craving had left me nothing to feel, only things to remember. Now I have to ask myself, is it fair to keep in a good, loving relationship without prospect for love, or where love is purely one-sided? Strange thing it is, love.
"By three methods we may learn wisdom: first, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the most bitter."
Confucius | Submitted by: sundoll (via quote-book)
