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1. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain! 

2. A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh - The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

…I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 

3. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe - “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 

4. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough” by Robert Burns

But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy! 

5. Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy - “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray

Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

6. Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust - “Sonnet 30 by William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

7. Endless Night by Agatha Christie - “Auguries of Innocence” by William Blake

Every night and every morn,
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

8. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - “Meditation XVII” by John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

9. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers - “The Lonely Hunter” by William Sharp

O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing:
O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing.
Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

10. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou - “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!

11. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald - “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats

Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

12. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster - Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Passage to India!
Struggles of many a captain–tales of many a sailor dead!
Over my mood, stealing and spreading they come,
Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach’d sky.

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What is love?

As I’m learning to love someone… more and more I realise, it’s about loving someone as you would love yourself. You love yourself unstintingly, because it’s just you. You’re this human being on this earth with many other human beings; you gotta take care of yourself and appreciate yourself for who you are. What if you applied this principle to another person? Then you’d have to love them, protect them and guard them as you would [for] yourself and appreciate them for who they are.

And that means understanding and empathising. Their thoughts and feelings should be important to you too. When you are able to attempt to understand them like you would yourself, you being to be able to accept and I guess that’s part of what love is.

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— Someone very wise and very dear to me told me this.

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jephjacques:

Today’s comic, via Pusheen

So honored to see this up on QC!! Thanks again Jeph, feel better soon!

pusheen:

jephjacques:

Today’s comic, via Pusheen

So honored to see this up on QC!! Thanks again Jeph, feel better soon!

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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

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Lit majors reading critical theory woes

Lit majors reading critical theory woes

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domdomdom:

leshwt:

I cannot wait to go to Ireland.

holy crap, man. this looks fantastic. i wanna touch the grass and sit on it and have a picnic and eat cows and stuff. damn.
Eat… Cows ಠ_ಠ

domdomdom:

leshwt:

I cannot wait to go to Ireland.

holy crap, man. this looks fantastic. i wanna touch the grass and sit on it and have a picnic and eat cows and stuff. damn.

Eat… Cows ಠ_ಠ

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I cannot wait to go to Ireland.

I cannot wait to go to Ireland.

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