"Normally I didn’t see a great deal. I didn’t hear a great deal either. I didn’t pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere."

Samuel Beckett, The End  (via whyallcaps)

(via emotionalelixir)

"Every word, every thought, and every emotion comes back to one core problem: life is meaningless. The experiment in nihilism is to seek out and expose every illusion and every myth, wherever it may lead, no matter what, even if it kills us."

Mitchell Heisman (via blackestdespondency)

(Source: blackestdesponency, via blackestdespondency)

"What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I’m almost ready to begin something really new?"

Theodore Roethke, from “First Class,” On Poetry & Craft (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)

(Source: apoetreflects)

"I am nothing but words,
       just a shape
              of dreams or night."

Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via mitochondria)

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"All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day."

Charlotte Eriksson, from Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (2013)

(Source: apoetreflects)

"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."

T.S. Eliot

(via purplebuddhaproject)

(via restlessmindsandconstantfetishes)

"I am going to the inevitable."

Phillip Larkin’s last words

"The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own."

Willa Cather, The Professor’s House

(via ontheedgeofdarkness)

"

I’m still here alone in the night hours with everyone.

And everything that once was
infinitely far
and unsayable is now
unsayable
and right here in the room.

"

Franz Wright, from “Progress”

(Source: hypocrite-lecteur, via journalofanobody)

"Heaven is this moment.
Hell is the burning desire
for this moment to be different.
It’s that simple."

 Jeff Foster (via abiding-in-peace)

(via restlessmindsandconstantfetishes)