
-28y.o- Books (mostly classics), Quotes, Artworks, Poetry، Personal Prose Writing, and The Necessity of Reflection.
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"So, If You Are Too Tired To Speak, Sit Next To Me For I, Too, Am Fluent In Silence."
"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence."
-Rob Arnold-

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)
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More Posts from Kafkaesquebibliomaniac
"And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself."
-Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night-

(Artwork The Smoker by Christopher Thomson.)
"It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core."
-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness-

“I’m tired and afraid to continue in this tone. This only to tell you the color of the day and my thoughts. It is heavy and hot. A day for silence, nakedness, shady rooms, abandonment. My thoughts are the color of your hair. Monday and a few days thereafter, they will be the color of your eyes.”
-Albert Camus; Letter to Maria Casarès.-

(Artwork by Joseph Lorusso.)
"Yours
(Now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)."
{Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena}

(artwork by James Coates).
"There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched."
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice-
!["There Are Times When My Longing For You Overwhelms Me [] So Often I Can Think Of You Only With Teeth](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e9972c5e10e28285ddc7889581e319dd/00116ffe9572b5d0-a4/s500x750/fb543c66b75fe8905de7a800aa90e6d223e41d72.jpg)
(Artwork/artist: unknown (to me)).