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rhea137:

I can only measure the world in terms of longing…I would like to sleep once with each thing, nestled in its warmth; to dream in the rhythm of its breathing, its dear, naked neighborliness against my limbs, and grow strong in the fragrance of its sleep. Then, early in the morning, before it awakens, before any good-byes, to move on, to move on…

-Rilke, excerpt from Early Journals

(Source: mythologyofblue)

“Amanda: And the Taj Mahal. How was the Taj Mahal?
Elyot: (looking at her): Unbelievable, a sort of dream.
Amanda: That was the moonlight I expect, you must have seen it in the moonlight.
Elyot: (never taking his eyes off her face): Yes, moonlight is cruelly deceptive.
Amanda: And it didn’t look like a biscuit box did it? I’ve always felt that it might…”

—Noel Coward, Private Lives, 1930

“Ye shall know the truth,
and the truth shall make you mad.”

—Aldous Huxley (via ratak-monodosico, libraryland) (via rhea137) (via daimon137)