This Dream Place

Sam

43 yo guy. Rouen (France)


Un autre blog, plus personel : http://slakjournal.tumblr.com

“Ô rêveuse, pour que je plonge
Au pur délice sans chemin,
Sache, par un subtile mensonge,
Garder mon aile dans ta main.”

—   Autre éventail, Stéphane Mallarmé, NRF, Poésie/Gallimard, p. 72

“'We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.'”

—   Jorge Luis Borges, The Book of Imaginary Beings (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

(via daughterofthealchemist)

“The night came down as they walked into the forest. Their feet found the pine-needle beds. Now Pilon knew it for a perfect night. A high fog covered the sky, and behind it, the moon shone so that the forest was filled with a gauze-like light. There was none of the sharp outline we think of as reality. The tree trunks were not black columns of wood, but soft and unsubstantial shadows. The patches of brush were formless and shifting in the queer light. Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.”

—   John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat, p.67. (via yes-lukewinter)

“Sous les nuages aveugles, ne chante pas des chants mineurs !”

—   Slogans, Maria Soudaïeva, Ed. de l’Olivier, p. 31

“On n’est quand même pas là pour rigoler.”

—   Fake, Giulio Minghini

“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.”

—   Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” (via an-intelligible-world)

(via catherinewillis)