#d

You used to believe that with age you would become less unhappy, because you then would have reasons to be sad. When you were still young, your suffering was inconsolable because you believed it to be unfounded. Your suicide was scandalously beautiful… You died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void. We shall have to wait for death before we can know what it is that you found. Or before leaving off knowing anything at all, if it is to be silence and emptiness that awaits us. ↗

— Édouard Levé

#age

Escalators are the offspring of elevators and stairs. Love is the progeny of passion and admiration. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#philosophy #wisdom #age

She gave him a cool glance over her shoulder. "May your balls wither away and you develope an allergy to Viagra and all its counterparts." He looked at her, stunned. And then he suddenly exploded into laughter. "God, you're a formidable woman" "No, I'm not. I'm soft, remember?" She slammed the door behind her. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#dreams

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#evil #h-p-lovecraft #horror #weird #dreams

Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?" He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw. "Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not." Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers. "Don't leave," she breathed. "I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#varen-nethers #dreams

I don't know. But I do know that I'm at the stage of my life where I want forever, not right now. I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss. And I also know better than to dream about things that can't happen. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #dreams

The destructive character knows only one watchword: make room; only one activity: clearing away ... The destructive character is young and cheerful. For destroying rejuvenates in clearing away traces of our own age ... ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#age

We don't have to look far for miracles because they're all around us. Everything is astonishing. The universe on it's surface is alive with mystery. ↗

— Terrence McKenna

#evolution #new-age #pschedelic #age

Evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#innocence #useful-idiots #age

Although she was a logical, practical person, she believed that in books there existed a kind of magic. Between the aging covers on these shelves, contained in tiny, abstract black marks on sheets of paper, were voices from the past. Voices that reached into the future, into Claire's own heart and mind, to tell her what they knew, what they'd learned, what they'd seen, what they'd felt. Wasn't that magic? ↗

— Christi Phillips

#magic #old-books #voices #age