“I’m a tidy sort of bloke. I don’t like chaos. I kept records in the record rack, tea in the tea caddy, and pot in the pot box.”
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You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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I know there are people in my life that don’t understand what it is about me and music, why I’m so enthusiastic about what I love, why I can get a tad bit obsessed, why I wish my life were a musical. I think that the power of music is just this - to succinctly capture the human experience and deliver it to you in such a way that you can be comforted. To know that what you’re feeling is universal, so universal that there are songs about it. To know that, even if it was a professional musician who you will never personally know, someone else has felt this way. AND WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, AND YOU JUST CAN’T BEAR TO FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE, YOU CAN GIVE YOUR FEELINGS TO THE MUSIC SO THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM.
http://rememberingtheencores.blogspot.ca/2012/05/i-want-to-change-my-mind-i-want-to-be.html
“We had put almost all of our possessions in storage, which was a metaphor for being twenty, as were so many things.”
― Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs
I’m dancing on my own… kinda… getting there…
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