"If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air."
MeditationNayyirah Waheed  (via unapologeticallyimperfect)
"From the dark horizon of my future a sort of slow, persistent breeze had been blowing toward me, all my life long, from the years that were to come. And on its way that breeze had leveled out all the ideas that people tried to foist on me in the equally unreal years I then was living through. What difference could they make to me, the deaths of others, or a mother’s love, or his God; or the way a man decides to live, the fate he thinks he chooses."
The Outsider, Albert Camus
"He seemed so cocksure, you see. And yet none of his certainties was worth one strand of a woman’s hair. Living as he did, like a corpse, he couldn’t even be sure of being alive. It might look as if my hands were empty. Actually, I was sure of myself, sure about everything, far surer than he; sure of my present life and of the death that was coming.That, no doubt, was all I had; but at least that certainty was something could get my teeth into—just as it had got its teeth into me. I’d been right, I was still right, I was always right. I’d passed my life in a certain way, and I might have passed it in a different way, if I’d felt like it."
The Outsider, Albert Camus
"It was like a furnace outside, with the sunlight splintering into flakes of fire on the sand and sea."
The Outsider, Albert Camus
"Never in my life had I seen anyone so clearly as I saw these people; not a detail of their clothes or features escaped me. And yet I couldn’t hear them, and it was hard to believe they really existed."
The Outsider, Albert Camus
"I was feeling very comfortable; the coffee had warmed me up, and through the open door came scents of flowers, and breaths of cool night air."
The Outsider, Albert Camus
"I once knew a man who built a railway all for himself. And d’you know what? He built it straight as an arrow, hundreds of kilometres without a single curve. There was a reason, but I can’t recall what it was. Reasons get forgotten."
Silk, Alessandro Baricco
  • "Do you know why Jean Berbeck stopped talking?"
  • "That's one of the many things he never said."
  • "Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say."
  • - Silk, Alessandro Baricco
"Sated, we puff greedily on long cigars and awaited the fourth race. In that hothouse atmosphere, criminal records bloomed like orchids all around us."
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Jean-Dominique Bauby
"

Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark … I hoard all these letters like treasure. One day I hope to fasten them end to end in a half-mile streamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of friendship.

It will keep the vultures at bay

"
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Jean-Dominique Bauby