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Notes: 3831 / 1 year ago from quote-book (originally from kari-shma)

"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."

- Elizabeth Gilbert (via kari-shma)

Notes: 143 / 1 year ago from jamesdeandaily

Notes: 8459 / 1 year ago from quote-book

"I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen."

- John Steinbeck, Winter of Our Discontent (via girlwithoutwings)

Notes: 4826 / 1 year ago from quote-book (originally from kari-shma)

"Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs."

- Ally Condie (via kari-shma)

Notes: 117 / 1 year ago from jamesdeandaily

Notes: 554 / 1 year ago from jamesdeandaily (originally from maudit)

(Source: maudit)

Notes: 1192 / 1 year ago from bookmania

"Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading."

- Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via bookmania)

Notes: 5323 / 1 year ago from leilockheart

Notes: 2304 / 1 year ago from bookmania

bookmania:

The Peabody Stack Room of the George Peabody Library, Baltimore, Maryland. The George Peabody Library, formerly the Library of the Peabody Institute of the City of Baltimore, dates from the founding of the Peabody Institute in 1857. It contains more than 300,000 titles—most of which date from the eighteenth to the early twentieth centuries. Renowned for its striking architectural interior, the Peabody Stack Room contains five tiers of ornamental cast-iron balconies, which rise dramatically to the skylight 61 feet above the floor.

In addition to its traditional use as a research library, it is available as an event space. The library accommodates wedding ceremonies, wedding receptions, private dinners, holiday parties and lectures. (via Lisa Pisa)

Notes: 5714 / 1 year ago from quote-book (originally from kari-shma)

"Don’t be someone that searches, finds, and then runs away"

- Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)

Notes: 91 / 1 year ago from jamesdeandaily

She recited poetry in church. She instilled her creative ambitions and energies into her young son. She encouraged his drawings. She sent him out for professional dance lessons in a land where young boys did not dance. She created a miniature puppet theater constructed of cardboard in which she and her son staged their own in-house productions. And she died when she was 29. Her son was 9.

Her sister-in-law, Ortense Winslow, recalled “I heard her say different times she wanted to live to raise Jimmy. She never wanted to die and leave Jimmy.”

On July 16 Jimmy accompanied his mother’s body on the train back to Fairmount, Indiana. Legend has it that he clipped a lock of her hair while she was in her coffin and placed it under his pillow. But Mildred Dean left her son much more than a lock of hair. She left him a legacy of creative wonder, of separateness, and of pain.

Notes: 409 / 1 year ago from ireadintothings