Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.

—Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via vous-trouvez)

(via ohsehnsucht)

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

—Evelyn Waugh  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: hellanne, via thatkindofwoman)

I spend money on Martinis and expensive dinners because, as is typical among my species of debtor, I tell myself that Martinis and expensive dinners are the entire point — the point of being young, the point of living in New York City, the point of living.

—

My Misspent Youth, by Meghan Daum

(via flourhoneyandmilk)

We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living…

—Marie Howe, “What The Living Do,” (via faulknerandfieldnotes)

(Source: fivegiraffes, via poetbabble)