Tonight, you will not
be the twelve a.m. text I
stay up to wait for."
"Something’s died in me. It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now."
Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via splitterherzen)
"And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind."
Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
"My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony."
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via larmoyante)
"Science is neither a philosophy nor a belief system. It is a combination of mental operations that has become increasingly the habit of educated peoples, a culture of illuminations hit upon by a fortunate turn of history that yielded the most effective way of learning about the real world ever conceived."
Edward O. Wilson, Consilience: The Unity of Knowledge (via retromantique)