~Jewel Kilcher, Chasing Down the Dawn (via armchairoxfordscholar)
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via penseesduchoeur)
now so much i know that things just don’t grow
if you don’t bless them with your patience
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via trespassingtime)
How far we all come. How far we all come away from ourselves. So far, so much between, you can never go home again. You can go home, it’s good to go home, but you never really get all the way home again in your life. And what’s it all for? All I tried to be, all I ever wanted and went away for, what’s it all for?
Just one way, you do get back home. You have a boy or a girl of your own and now and then you remember, and you know how they feel, and it’s almost the same as if you were your own self again, as young as you could remember.
And God knows he was lucky, so many ways, and God knows he was thankful. Everything was good and better than he could have hoped for, better than he ever deserved; only, whatever it was and however good it was, it wasn’t what you once had been, and had lost, and could never have again, and once in a while, once in a long time, you remembered, and knew how far you were away, and it hit you hard enough, that little while it lasted, to break your heart.
james agee, a death in the family
Amelie was directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and came out in 2001, when I was in middle school, and I still remember the impression it made on people. Its French title, which translates as “the fabulous destiny of Amelie Poulain”, resonated on their lips like magical words, promises of a story as colorful as those of our childhood. Amelie celebrates life without pretense, full scale, with characters who populate our daily lives in the actual world. Behind the modern fairy tale lies the revelation of what happens when our dreams remain in infancy; Amelie’s inability to engage her own life leaves her in a self-defined world, safe but very much alone, until a single small event wakes her up from her daydream and pushes her to establish ties with the people around her. The story becomes very much our own: Amelie depicts the struggles encountered by the children we are, as we grow and evolve into a world where it becomes increasingly hard to open our heart. “These are hard times for dreamers.” (from Amelie)