She knew of nothing more magnificent than going off into the unknown.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being(via wordsnquotes)
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My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination.
— Haruki Murakami (via zhiv)
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden(via thelovejournals)
I’m here. I wouldn’t go away. I’m always here.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms(via thelovejournals)
There are a number of spooky tales from Louisiana, but one of the most enthralling is that of Manchac Swamp. First of all, Manchac is rumoured to be haunted. It’s also rumoured to be the haunt of Rougarou, the Cajun werewolf. As well as that, it’s said to be haunted by Julia Brown, a once practising voodoo priestess, who put a curse on the entire town the day she died. Legend says that on the day of her funeral in 1915, a deadly hurricane ripped through the town, destroying three villages and killing a number of people. A number of curious visitors to the swamp have reported hearing shrill screams from a disembodied woman.
I am turning to stone, nothing moves me or interests me any more.
— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries(via violentwavesofemotion)
