Read the Printed Word! "Life imitates Art"

"Life imitates Art"

Beatriz | 21. Books. Series. Films. Music. Art.  (I know. This blog is a mess).

"Life imitates art far more than art imitates life" - Oscar Wilde

Autumn trees in the mist, Oxfordshire, UK  (by net_efekt)

"Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this."

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun  (via beautyinitsessence)


Things learned recently (or rather the thoughts that come when feeling trapped):
Life is weird. Liking people is dumb and painful. Loving what you do is important. Family is a pain in the ass. Family is also what keeps you going. Friends come and go like the seasons, and that’s okay. Tv is overrated and not needed whatsoever. There is always time for a good book.

"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

Kurt Vonnegut  (via ablogwithaview)

"Sleep is good. And books are better."

Tyrion Lannister - A Clash Of Kings (via chris-reads-books)

Arthur Rimbaud, Evening Prayer


"It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers."

Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear (via quotes-shape-us)

"If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud."

Henry Miller, Plexus (via quotes-shape-us)