Your head is a living forest full of song birds.
(Source: tastemybraincandy)
Sit in a room and read—and read and read. And read the right books by the right people. Your mind is brought onto that level, and you have a nice, mild, slow-burning rapture all the time.
(by nicoyangjie)
Imagination is neither the language of nature nor the language of man, but both at once, the medium of communion between the two. … Imagination is the elemental speech in all senses, the first and the last, of primitive man and of the poets.
The world seems to disappear with a beloved story in hand.
The opinion which other people have of you is their problem, not yours.
(Source: quotelibrary.info)
I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
(Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
You know you’ve read a really brilliant and unforgettable story when even after you’ve said your goodbye and closed the book, the magic still lives on.
(Source: youmeandwords)
unbenannt by e.kristina on Flickr.
Falling in love for the first time is always dangerous, but when you’re foolish enough to fall in love with a fictional character you can pretty much be assured it’s going to be unrequited. Also, you’re not going to be the first, or the last, for that matter, to have been involved with this fictional character. He’s got a string of women, some of whom have been involved with him for years, rereading him again and again. And in the long run he belongs to his author, heart and soul.













