just a girl

Nothing begins when it begins and nothing’s over when it’s over, and everything needs a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.

—The Robber Bride - Margaret Atwood

Still, something in the coming dusk
whispers not to fret.
Don’t matter that we’ll lose today.
It’s not tomorrow yet.

—Kate Tempest - The Point

Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space. There is warmth there too - a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.

—Jeanette Winterson; Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via wordpainting)

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Life is not governed by will or intentions. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.

—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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We connect with books in an intellectual way, but the most valuable relationships we have with them are emotional; to say that you merely admire or respect a book is, on some level, to insult it. Feelings are so fundamental to literary life that it can be hard to imagine a way of relating to literature that doesn’t involve loving it. Without all those emotions, what would reading be?

—Joshua Rothman on the history of “loving” to read.
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