Start 2012 with a moment and then some words

I’m an avid reader. I want to say I’m a prolific reader – around 30 or so fiction books a year as well as anything I can lay my hands on about 1940s wartime information (including blog reading) and also books/reading for my MSc. I love books. The smell of hundreds of newly printed books is breathtaking. The feel of a vintage first edition is like holding a jewel. Somewhere amongst this lot, are the words of my first tattoo when I have it done – a literary tattoo! Look after your books, they have wonderful little nuggets like this inside……

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a long moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day.

One Day David Nicholls: Great Expectations Charles Dickens

-My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it. I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and-

Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte

All those things that pass before us…which we miss by a hair and which are botched for eternity.

The Elegance of the Hedgehog Muriel Burbery

Shortly after I had arrived, a big parcel from abroad came for the Professor. He opened it with much impressment, assumed, of course, and showed a great bundle of white flowers.

Dracula Bram Stoker

…see life for what it is – an ongoing negotiation between the purposeful and void, between the desire for independence and the realisation that one is destined to be interdependent, caught between contentment and despair, wanting to live and wishing to die; or if not to die then simply, at the flick of a finger, not to be.

The Last Amateurs Mark de Rond

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Shakespeare Sonnet XXX

The guest that was coming ….he waited long for reasons….he is now housed,

He is one of those who are beautiful and happy….he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.

Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman

kat von d artwork

Happy New Year!

Keep your pecker up xx

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