teachingliteracy:

(by Wisdom&Stature Photography)
 

(Source: jimjarmusch)

 somehowlou:

records (by Tess Smith-Roberts)
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via stxxz)
The centrifugal force of our planet is still fearfully strong…I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe; yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky. I love some people, whom one loves, you know, sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via paperswallow)

thefictionthief:

Bookstore in Brussels, Belgium. 

 teachingliteracy:

simplicity09 (by mark_n_lisa)

teachingliteracy:

simplicity09 (by mark_n_lisa)

 mistermooony:

april book photo challenge - day 2, newest purchase:- lord of the flies - william golding- alice’s adventures in wonderland - lewis carroll- the night circus - erin morgenstern- a dance with dragons - george r.r. martin

mistermooony:

april book photo challenge - day 2, newest purchase:
- lord of the flies - william golding
- alice’s adventures in wonderland - lewis carroll
- the night circus - erin morgenstern
- a dance with dragons - george r.r. martin

Books I Love: The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.”

A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships.
— Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones (via wordsnquotes)
 aseaofquotes:

George Orwell, 1984

aseaofquotes:

George Orwell, 1984

 
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
— Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919 (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)