The Augusteum

Beauty and sorrow. Loneliness and moments of reflection. Things that are green and things that are entirely human. Things that are brilliant and things that are utterly devastating. Laughter and pure joy. Celebrate life always.

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"Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again."

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden   (via petitekatie)

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"I tried, I tried, I tried, and I’m trying"

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"I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense."

Beatrix Potter (via earlgreybookshelves)

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"October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds."

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via infinitive)

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"How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"

Sylvia Plath (via mossdiaries)

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I went to the Renaissance Festival yesterday and well, if anything need be said, it’s that I sometimes wish I lived in a fantasy land. 

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"What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful."

Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via larmoyante)

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