February 2012
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
– Kerouac (via noise-n-tangerines)
“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via saras-scrapbook)
“I can see, clearly, tonight the moon. “To the moon and back is how I love you,”...”
– Jan LaPerle, from “She Rings Like a Bell Through the Night” (via fleurishes)
“The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the...”
– -Midnight in Paris (via mayhawkins
)
“Love is my insides all messed up.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via audreylostinparis)
“I think I’m greedy, but I’m not greedy for money – I think that can be a burden...”
– David Hockney (via lisaorsomething)
“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
(fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via lavandula)
“If your star falls down, you will find mine lying beside yours.”
– I Wrote This For You: The Shot Stars (via holdenandcaulfield)
