Le Pomme de Caudebec est jaune et rouge
Le Pomme de Caudebec est jaune et rouge
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer"
Albert Camus  (via flammenum)
"How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don’t ask you for your love. Give me yourself and your hatred. Give me yourself and that pretty rage. Give me yourself and that enchanting scorn. It will be enough for me."
Charles Dickens, The Mystery of Edwin Drood (via howisshe)
"I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality."
Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (via thus-spoke-mia)
"For ordinary books are like meteors. Each of them has only one moment, a moment when it soars screaming like the phoenix, all its pages aflame. For that single moment we love them ever after, although they soon turn to ashes. With bitter resignation we sometimes wander late at night through the extinct pages that tell their stone-dead messages like wooden rosary beads."
Bruno Schulz (via spinningininfinity)
"Texts frequently say more than their authors intended them to say, but less than what many incontinent readers would like them to say."
Umberto Eco, The Limits of Interpretation (via kwakerjak)
"There exists in this era, for thoughts written in stone, a privilege absolutely comparable to our current freedom of the press. It is the freedom of architecture."
Victor Hugo, the Hunchback of Notre-Dame (via frombaghdadwithlove)
"The desperate loneliness of parallel lines that never meet."
The Misterious Flame of Queen Loana - Umberto Eco (via someotherkindoftwisted)
"You have forgotten a wretch to whom, the very next day, you brought relief on the ignominious pillory. A draught of water and a look of pity are more than I could repay with my life. You have forgotten that wretch–but he has not forgotten."
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo (via little-hiding-owl)