He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance...– Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
May the blessed badass that dwells within you deliver when you need her most,...– Kelle Hampton, kellehampton.com
To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world, and meantime it is only the roughness of the eye that makes any two persons, things, situations, seem alike. While all melts under our feet, we may well grasp at any exquisite...
I left my conscience like a crying child Locked the door behind me put the pain on file Broken like a window I see my blindness now And I need love not some sentimental prison I need God not the political church I need fire to melt the frozen sea inside me I need love Driving into town tired and depressed Like a flare a street light burst and SOS Peace comes to my rescue And I don’t know...
Observation, by Dorothy Parker
If I don’t drive around the park, I’m pretty sure to make my mark. If I’m in bed each night by ten, I may get back my looks again, If I abstain from fun and such, I’ll probably amount to much, But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.
You think I’m like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You’re always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don’t it leave you on the empty side? I’m looking for...