the intimacy of handwritten letters ♡
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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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@lovesdaya
We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming, We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want, We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already, We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought. And still we sleep. We are listening for the calling but never really heeding, Hoping for the future when the future's only plans, Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily, Praying for a savoir when salvation's in our hands. And still we sleep. And still we sleep, And still we pray, And still we fear. And still we sleep.
— Dead Poets Society
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I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Yours
(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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