undelivered messages

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW. PICTURES AND WORDS. OF THINGS I NEED TO SAY BUT CAN'T. THINGS THAT WERE SAID BUT NOT HEARD. SENT BUT NOT DELIVERED.

As a stalwart reader of printed books, I’m left to wonder what will happen to the wide, slow silty river of the their history, to the countless volumes waiting now in the abandoned silence of library stacks. Stacks: The word itself connects books to the harvest, to corn and hay. They were always earthbound. Smell the must, feel the brittle, browning pages between your thumb and forefinger. The tears, the cracked spines, the stains and folds. Even if we readers forget them, printed books will hold us in their memory.

— Jane Brox, Illuminating Texts (via bookmania)

(Source: bookmania, via booklover)

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle

— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via inspiredbylit)

(via booklover)

I’m here not because I am supposed to be here, or because I’m trapped here, but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.

Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story)

:)

(Source: myquotelibrary, via photographic-energy)

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

—  F. Scott Fitzgerald (via slekes)

(via awriterandnothingelse)

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.

— Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail (1998)

(Source: excessivebookshelf, via booklover)

This is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words and metaphors for what we already know.

— Alberto Manguel, A Reader on Reading (via bookoasis)

(via booklover)

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(by georgelazenby)

can we go there, Self?

(via teachingliteracy)

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