the child grows enormous but never grows up
tomesandtalismans:

“Moans of approaching death” being where the real action is.

tomesandtalismans:

“Moans of approaching death” being where the real action is.

All reality is iconoclastic. The earthly beloved, even in this life, incessantly triumphs over your mere idea of her. And you want her to; you want her with all her resistances, all her faults, all her unexpectedness. That is, in her foursquare and independent reality. And this, not any image or memory, is what we are to love still, after she is dead.
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
thelifeguardlibrarian:

aseaofquotes:

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

Isn’t it pretty when the writer is philosopher?

thelifeguardlibrarian:

aseaofquotes:

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

Isn’t it pretty when the writer is philosopher?

interspeciesinternational:

frost-at-midnight:

“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.” 
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

There’s a great story of Wittgenstein being a lover of shoveling dirt and hard labor…..

interspeciesinternational:

frost-at-midnight:

“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.” 

~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

There’s a great story of Wittgenstein being a lover of shoveling dirt and hard labor…..

A great majority of us is dying isolated deaths but because we’re able to give a play-by-play update of our demise we think we’re in the company of our best friends. That’s just bullshit.
ART THOUGHTZ (via bradofarrell)
libraryjournal:

hcclibrarylove:

lavacheestdanslepre:

Don’t eat library paste. This gravestone marker is from the Goldfield Pioneer Cemetery in Goldfield, Nevada. 

Toning down my intake of library paste from now on…

Presented without comment.

libraryjournal:

hcclibrarylove:

lavacheestdanslepre:

Don’t eat library paste. This gravestone marker is from the Goldfield Pioneer Cemetery in Goldfield, Nevada.

Toning down my intake of library paste from now on…

Presented without comment.

Nora Ephron’s Lists (from her final book of essays, “I Remember Nothing”)

sometimesagreatnotion:

What I Won’t Miss:

Dry skin

Bad dinners like the one we went to last night

E-mail

Technology in general

My closet

Washing my hair

Bras

Funerals

Illness everywhere

Polls that show that 32 percent of the American people believe in creationism

Polls

Fox

The collapse of the dollar

Joe Lieberman

Clarence Thomas

Bar mitzvahs

Mammograms

Dead flowers

The sound of the vacuum cleaner

Bills

E-mail. I know I already said it, but I want to emphasize it.

Small print

Panels on Women in Film

Taking off makeup every night


What I Will Miss:

My kids

Nick

Spring

Fall

Waffles

The concept of waffles

Bacon

A walk in the park

The idea of a walk in the park

The park

Shakespeare in the Park

The bed

Reading in bed

Fireworks

Laughs

The view out the window

Twinkle lights

Butter

Dinner at home just the two of us

Dinner with friends

Dinner with friends in cities where none of us lives

Paris

Next year in Istanbul

Pride and Prejudice

The Christmas tree

Thanksgiving dinner

One for the table

The dogwood

Taking a bath

Coming over the bridge to Manhattan

Pie

yourmonkeycalled:

You go to take a photo but the last picture you took was with your phone’s front camera, so you get a moment of your own face, slack and unposed, before you have the chance to close your mouth, tuck your chin back in, and pretend death is not swiftly approaching.

same experience as catching your reflection in a suddenly darkened, say, ipad screen.

yourmonkeycalled:

You go to take a photo but the last picture you took was with your phone’s front camera, so you get a moment of your own face, slack and unposed, before you have the chance to close your mouth, tuck your chin back in, and pretend death is not swiftly approaching.

same experience as catching your reflection in a suddenly darkened, say, ipad screen.

whiteowl:

bigundies:

sometimes i put really fucking sad music on and look through the tagged facebook pics of someone i don’t know that well and pretend they’re someone i am in love with and it gets super weird real fast

a+ activity definitely recommend it

i do that too except instead of pretending i’m in love with them i pretend they died

oh

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die
Don DeLillo (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
nevver:

Buildings You Have to See Before You Die, Jose Dávila [detail]

nevver:

Buildings You Have to See Before You Die, Jose Dávila [detail]

Some people fake their deaths, I’m faking my life.
Don DeLillo, Underworld (via doctorsax)