Like A Thief
IN The Night


"And we swagger because we do not know how to part with our rage, which we cherish and press cutting close, but we learn to swagger — or rather, we’re swaggered, briefly, while the wind blows and things burn and our hands are full — because we know it darkly all the same."

“He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.”
- Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves (via tromos)
“It was a fine autumn evening, still warm in town and already damp over the Seine. Night was falling; the sky, still bright in the west, was darkening; the street lamps were glowing dimly. I was walking up the quays of the Left Bank toward the Pont des Arts. The river was gleaming between the stalls of the secondhand booksellers. There were but few people on the quays; I was treading on the dusty yellow leaves that still recalled summer. Gradually the sky was filling with stars that could be seen for a moment after leaving one street lamp and heading toward another. I enjoyed the return of silence, the evening’s mildness, the emptiness of Paris. I then felt it — I was happy.”
- Albert Camus, The Fall
“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.”
- Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via wethinkwedream)
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”
- Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via sundaylatte)
“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”
“You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.
You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.”
- Cheryl Strayed  (via themilkywhiteway)
“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.”

And Helen smiled.

Two armies were fighting over her. Shouting her name in love or in hatred. Dying for her.

She was everywhere, like weather, passing through the chaos as a goddess, untouched. She wore a white gown, and it was never sprayed with blood.

- Caroline B. Cooney, Goddess of Yesterday (via godmaking)
“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
- Franz Kafka - Letters to Milena (via requiemforthepast)
“I am convinced that different people awaken different beasts in you.”
- Michelle K., Beasts
“Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.”
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“Who I am comes in waves.”
- Six Word Story #5 by absentions (via larmoyante)
“You are a wonderful manifestation. The whole universe has come together to make your existence possible. There is nothing that is not you.”
- Thich Nhat Hanh
“She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.”
- Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke (via mycolorbook)
“You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.”
- Sarah Kay, excerpt from “The Type” (via pkcyl)