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“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” 
—  Edward Hopper
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“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” 
—  Edward Hopper
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“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” 
—  Edward Hopper
nevver:

“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” 
—  Edward Hopper
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“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” 
—  Edward Hopper

nevver:

“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.”
Edward Hopper

Her ne kadar kapağında Hopper olmasa da…

Her ne kadar kapağında Hopper olmasa da…

dusoltasi:

O artık benim.

dusoltasi:

O artık benim.

There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of one’s mind and alter one’s whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that one reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.

– George Orwell (via vintageanchorbooks)

(via booklover)

the-final-sentence:

Final sentences:
"[Outside the tent the hyena made the same strange noise that had awakened her.] But she did not hear him for the beating of her heart." — from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
"In the early morning on the lake sitting on the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die." — from “Indian Camp”
"He wrote on a while longer now and there was no sign that any of it would ever cease returning to him intact." — from The Garden of Eden
"After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain." — from A Farewell to Arms
[“I feel fine,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me.] I feel fine.” — from Hills Like White Elephants
"He could feel his heart beating against the pine needle floor of the forest." — from For Whom the Bell Tolls
[“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.“Yes,” I said.] “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”— from The Sun Also Rises
"But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."— from A Moveable Feast
"The old man was dreaming about the lions."— from The Old Man and the Sea
the-final-sentence:

Final sentences:
"[Outside the tent the hyena made the same strange noise that had awakened her.] But she did not hear him for the beating of her heart." — from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
"In the early morning on the lake sitting on the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die." — from “Indian Camp”
"He wrote on a while longer now and there was no sign that any of it would ever cease returning to him intact." — from The Garden of Eden
"After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain." — from A Farewell to Arms
[“I feel fine,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me.] I feel fine.” — from Hills Like White Elephants
"He could feel his heart beating against the pine needle floor of the forest." — from For Whom the Bell Tolls
[“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.“Yes,” I said.] “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”— from The Sun Also Rises
"But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."— from A Moveable Feast
"The old man was dreaming about the lions."— from The Old Man and the Sea

the-final-sentence:

Final sentences:

"[Outside the tent the hyena made the same strange noise that had awakened her.] But she did not hear him for the beating of her heart." 
— from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro

"In the early morning on the lake sitting on the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die." 
— from “Indian Camp

"He wrote on a while longer now and there was no sign that any of it would ever cease returning to him intact." 
— from The Garden of Eden

"After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain." 
— from A Farewell to Arms

[“I feel fine,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me.] I feel fine.” 
— from Hills Like White Elephants

"He could feel his heart beating against the pine needle floor of the forest." 
— from For Whom the Bell Tolls

[“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said.] “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
— from The Sun Also Rises

"But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."
— from A Moveable Feast

"The old man was dreaming about the lions."
— from The Old Man and the Sea

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Stuck
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murakamistuff:

"On my fifteenth birthday I’ll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library."
— Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

murakamistuff:

"On my fifteenth birthday I’ll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library."

Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

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theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—
not seeing you servesthe opposite effect,distance gives over to intimacy.
The wake from a boat. The city anchoredacross the river, a series of shadows.I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.
Is this what the endaffords—no further use for worry?
It’s getting dark earlier again;there won’t be many more days as mild as this.Let’s sit here a little while more.
—David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—

not seeing you serves
the opposite effect,
distance gives over to intimacy.

The wake from a boat. The city anchored
across the river, a series of shadows.
I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.
Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.

Is this what the end
affords—no further use for worry?

It’s getting dark earlier again;
there won’t be many more days as mild as this.
Let’s sit here a little while more.

David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

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Five Posts You Will Never See on Social Media
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Five Posts You Will Never See on Social Media

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Five Posts You Will Never See on Social Media

The best way to get kids to read a book is to say: ‘This book is not appropriate for your age, and it has all sorts of horrible things in it like sex and death and some really big and complicated ideas, and you’re better off not touching it until you’re all grown up. I’m going to put it on this shelf and leave the room for a while. Don’t open it.

–  Philip Pullman (via abookblog)

(via prettybooks)